A tingle in my toe crinkles. It fizzles and it giggles laughing at my funny little limp. Walking becomes hazardous when I slowly start to stand. My foot feels everything with simple intensity. Like a gimp, I shamble around the room. Twinges of fizzles streak through my leg. My foot has fallen asleep. Although it slumbers, I feel it immensely within the depths of my skin. Yet, I cannot find the floor or control my ankle. I may just fall flat on my face.