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I think sometime in the LAX Death Race (in which our nearly two hour layover time was rendered useless by our late arriving flight, the absurdity of the layout and shuttle system and the utter incompetence of various airport employees) I hurt my ankles. The left has been more problematic than the right, but it's clear I sprained/strained/injured something. My feet are swollen, though taking some aspirin and propping them up has helped. The pain was initially so bad I was cried and could not sleep, but has receded to a more manageable level. However walking in the grocery store today was distinctly unpleasant and even walking around the house sucks.