On Easter Sunday, long, long after our yearly no-holds-barred-full-body-contact egg hunt ... my husband has been putting out the chocolate eggs in the living room since our daughter was four and she and I go head to head and race to fill our baskets ... (BTW - now she's 17 - yes we are committed to this crazy tradition) ... where was I? Right. I sprained my ankle. Did I mention this was after the fun and games? Basically I was standing ... and then I wasn't. Did quite the number on the foot and it is just starting to get better as I write this today. And I do have a point to this post and it does relate to MS. The thing is I have really enjoyed limping about with my foot in a brace because ... and here's the kicker ... my injury has nothing to do with MS. Just like the time my bladder was going crazy and I feared the worst, I was never so happy and the doctor had never seen someone smile so much when they learned they had an infection. I actually do not look forward to no longer having a sprained ankle as the reason that I am limping about. I use a cane because I have foot drop. And I'm fine with that because there really is no point in complaining and canes are handy things, indeed. Except I had a taste of not being the lady with 'What's that you have? MS? Oh, dear ...' How do you deal with other people's reactions to your physical situation? And more importantly, how do you see yourself?