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This morning I woke up with a mildly sprained ankle. This confused me, because I didn't have it when I went to sleep. Luckily I am a DOCTOR (of Physics) so I quickly diagnosed myself as incapable of doing anything beyond lying on the sofa, perhaps uttering a febrile moan from time to time, and dispatched terpsichore1980 in search of tea, breakfast, cold compresses, peeled grapes, etc. I still hope to make it to the pieoff later, where I will sit on the sofa, uttering febrile moans and dispatching terpsichore1980 in search of pie, pie, more pie, etc.

This is certainly one of the weirdest sleep-related injuries I've inflicted upon myself though. Expressions of sympathy, proposed mechanisms, etc, welcome. :-)