These Are Not My Feet

i woke up the other day and discovered that i must have traded feet, ankles and hands with sasquatch sometime during the night... my formerly petite toes and boney ankles are now nicely inflated, resembling mickey mouse's gloved hands. my mastery of fine motor skills has diminished and i can, now, no longer hold my toothbrush or breakfast spoon like an adult because my fingers cannot properly close around the handles.