Dear Ankle,

I know that we have had our ups and downs.  I have dislocated you and fractured you many a time.  However, I also try to baby you whenever possible in apology.

That being said - just what new monkey games are you up to?  For twenty minutes, every time I take a step you stab me with an icepick.  But then you stop.  For an hour or so, no pain at all.  Then suddenly, you bring the icepick back. 

Are you in some plot with the Spine?  Don't trust the Spine.  She is a bitch and lies.  Filthy, filthy lies.  Listening her will only lead to heartache - trust me.