These Colors Won't (let me) Run

Oh the blues, the purples, the deep fuscia! Nope, not the sunrise. These are the colors of the alien growth inhabiting my right ankle. Very decorative, they are. I didn't break it, but at my age torn ligaments can be just as bad. Ah well, at least the cast is removeable, and Old Sarge really didn't need his bedroom slippers. Now all I need is MSHA telling me I need to be wearing steel toed slippers.