Which is uglier? My purple toenails, or my ankle?

I have sprained my ankle again. Each time that I do this, I have a much greater appreciation of what it's like to be disabled (can't drive my car with a bum clutch foot). I still haven't figured out how to get into the shower, hopping on one foot (there is a big stepover). It's a realistic illustration, especially with this potential giveaway going on, of how we reward people who don't need help in this country (and have just plain screwed the rest of us), and how we expect the down-on-their-luck, ill, and elderly to just "suck it up." Reminds me of the scene in Sicko where France sent a nanny home with the new mom. Perhaps I could move there for a few weeks. I like French Fries.