Monday, July 26, 2010

broken...

  
I remember thinking, yeah, I can split these defenders.  That's when I stepped on the ball and fell, heard the breaking and tearing noise.  My right foot rolled over the ball instead of sliding off of it and my left leg got caught underneath my body.  I've never had an injury serious enough to warrant a trip to the ER, but I knew right away this would be one of those.  When I rolled over to take a gander, I could tell right away my foot shouldn't have been pointing that way.  It wasn't puke up dinner turned around, but it was definitely turned more than it should have.  I rotated it and got it looking aligned again.  I'll save you your lunch and spare anymore details.

Turns out I not only broke it along the outside right above the ankle, but I also tore ligaments on the inside.  Surgery.  No picnic.  I'm done with this now.  Meds are kicking in...