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dolariAfter one night off my feet, I don't think I've broken my ankle. The bones don't hurt and the swelling is mostly centered around the area under and behind my ankle. It's (yet again) an incredibly bad sprain.
I've always had bad ankles since middle school. While running a race called horses (you run 1/4 of the way cross the gym and back, then 1/2, then 3/4, then all the way), I severely broke my ankle when I stopped wrong. Because I'm big and male bodied and obviously some kind of athletic superstar who is lazy in the eyes of middle school football coaches, despite me rolling around on the floor in agony, they made me get up and play soccer anyway.
That was the second hour of school. I walked the entire rest of the day on a broken ankle, walked a two mile walk home on a broken ankle then got home, changed into shorts, and saw a grapefruit growing out of my ankle.
One trip to the ER later, and we knew it was broken. I was off that leg for two month. Once it was healed, I was good to go, and started walking home and doing excersizes again...
...till I broke it again, just a few days after getting the cast off.
Did I mention I broke it again, a few months after that?
Sice then, I simply ghave no rigth ankle anymore. There's just no support from any of the ligaments or muscles on that side of my foot, and if I don't plant my foot carefully when I walk, it'll try and break again.
I've been lucky...about once a month, I'll plant my foot wrong, on a wrong, or an uneve surface or something that gives way under it. I'll end up putting too much weight too much to the side of my foot, and it folds inward. I've gotten REALLY REALLY REALLY good at catching that, by immeditately putting my left foot down and slamming all my weight on it. I usually just end up with a small ache that goes away in a few minutes.
But sometimes, I just don't have that option. About two or three times a year, I'll be somewhere where that happens, and there's nowhere to plant that left foot. Sometimes, my right foot will get caught in a small pothole on the street, which happened the last time this happened. Yesterday, it was exploring some railroad ties (my foot got caught in some ties when it "rolled"). In PA, it was ice on the street.
When these happen, I usually hear a few snaps, and literally collapse since nothing has my weight on it anymore. A lot of times, I'm out for an hour or two off my feet. LAst night was the worse where I'm still swollen, and couldn't walk on the foot all night, which is why I thought it might be broken.
We were going to do walking tours of caves today, and try to hit as many as we can before the sun goes down. I think today, it'll be "as many as we can before my ankle starts yelling at me." If it gets as bad as it was last night, we'll jump into a minor emergency clinic. It may not be broken, but then, I'm not really a doctor.
Which brings me to one little point. I actually considered going into the doctor today...Dr. Arcinega cant' see me till tomorrow afternoon, and Dr. Chase is closed today. I remember when I was kid, mom'd haul me into a doctor's office with no notice, and they'd see me.
And one more thing. Remember when I mentioned I had to play soccer on that broken ankle? One of the things that angered the hell out of me gender wise was little Dana [LASTNAME] twisted her ankle ever so slightly, and had a group of six beefy guys carry her to the nurse. Pissed. Me. Off.
I've always had bad ankles since middle school. While running a race called horses (you run 1/4 of the way cross the gym and back, then 1/2, then 3/4, then all the way), I severely broke my ankle when I stopped wrong. Because I'm big and male bodied and obviously some kind of athletic superstar who is lazy in the eyes of middle school football coaches, despite me rolling around on the floor in agony, they made me get up and play soccer anyway.
That was the second hour of school. I walked the entire rest of the day on a broken ankle, walked a two mile walk home on a broken ankle then got home, changed into shorts, and saw a grapefruit growing out of my ankle.
One trip to the ER later, and we knew it was broken. I was off that leg for two month. Once it was healed, I was good to go, and started walking home and doing excersizes again...
...till I broke it again, just a few days after getting the cast off.
Did I mention I broke it again, a few months after that?
Sice then, I simply ghave no rigth ankle anymore. There's just no support from any of the ligaments or muscles on that side of my foot, and if I don't plant my foot carefully when I walk, it'll try and break again.
I've been lucky...about once a month, I'll plant my foot wrong, on a wrong, or an uneve surface or something that gives way under it. I'll end up putting too much weight too much to the side of my foot, and it folds inward. I've gotten REALLY REALLY REALLY good at catching that, by immeditately putting my left foot down and slamming all my weight on it. I usually just end up with a small ache that goes away in a few minutes.
But sometimes, I just don't have that option. About two or three times a year, I'll be somewhere where that happens, and there's nowhere to plant that left foot. Sometimes, my right foot will get caught in a small pothole on the street, which happened the last time this happened. Yesterday, it was exploring some railroad ties (my foot got caught in some ties when it "rolled"). In PA, it was ice on the street.
When these happen, I usually hear a few snaps, and literally collapse since nothing has my weight on it anymore. A lot of times, I'm out for an hour or two off my feet. LAst night was the worse where I'm still swollen, and couldn't walk on the foot all night, which is why I thought it might be broken.
We were going to do walking tours of caves today, and try to hit as many as we can before the sun goes down. I think today, it'll be "as many as we can before my ankle starts yelling at me." If it gets as bad as it was last night, we'll jump into a minor emergency clinic. It may not be broken, but then, I'm not really a doctor.
Which brings me to one little point. I actually considered going into the doctor today...Dr. Arcinega cant' see me till tomorrow afternoon, and Dr. Chase is closed today. I remember when I was kid, mom'd haul me into a doctor's office with no notice, and they'd see me.
And one more thing. Remember when I mentioned I had to play soccer on that broken ankle? One of the things that angered the hell out of me gender wise was little Dana [LASTNAME] twisted her ankle ever so slightly, and had a group of six beefy guys carry her to the nurse. Pissed. Me. Off.
