Wrong exercise, I think

I was feeling fidgety and a bit down this afternoon, and decided to do a bit more exercise (because that can help my mood).
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My ankle is now unhappy. I have iced it, and am hoping for the best. Healing is slow, and so many of my ordinary activities, as well as the things that would usually be good for me, either hurt or seem to slow it further. That ten minutes of exercise may mean not going to Ivar's for clam strips tomorrow. *sigh*

I see the physical therapist again Thursday afternoon.