About twenty five years ago I was somebody (in my own mind) that had an incident while playing football. I sprained my ankle by "rolling my foot" over. Anyone that has done it knows it only hurts a little and usually doesn't stop you from walking but screws with you trying to make a cut or pushing ANY thing at all. Also once you roll your ankle it gets easier and easier to do it because the adjoining components get dislodged, stretch or tear.
Flash forward about 24 1/2 years to a 300lb Mofo moving some crap in the shed in the middle of an ice storm so that I could get my special christmas booty out for my wife and kids when I step on an errant piece of ice or stone and twist my ankle one BIG last time. It hurts enough where I wrap it up and makes a note to actually talk to a medical professional about the issue. The doctors says it's just a sprain and to quit being such a vajayay.
Flash forward another month and Mofos insurance changes and I had to find a new doctor. One of my customers seems pretty cool and I decide to go to his practice and find another doctor IN his practice that fits the bill. While getting my "cough cough" physical the doctor, who we will call Peter, asks if there is anything that has been bothering me. I tell him my ankle is still really easy to tweak and I am really getting annoyed with it. He checks it out and sends me to do some PT and suggests some new shoes and a specific orthodic.
Last week I wipe out while mowing the lawn. Peter suggests I go to a REAL orthopedist to get it checked out. The orthopedist, who we will call Mike, tells me that I am FUBAR'd. props me up to the computer and pulls up my X-Ray and shows me the shelf that is left resulting from me breaking the exterior part of my ankle and never having the problem fixed. He asks me how many times have I rolled my ankle and I told him I honestly couldn't tell him, but probably over 100 times. His look scares me a little, because he looks as if I were the first person to answer with a number that high.
So now I find myself in the predicament of getting a two week vacation at the end of June and early July. I am pretty excited.
Who else had had a similar procedure?
