This “stay off your feet” thing isn’t so bad, especially with some good TV, movies, laptop and a sweet wife tending to my needs.
Last night while playing my weekly pick up church ball games I broke my ankle. I was running full speed defending a breakaway and near the hoop somehow stepped wrong on the foot of another player and really twisted my right ankle. I fell to the floor as it happened, not because I would have fell, but because I knew I jacked it. Lying on my back all I could say was, I’m done. Then the pain kicked in, felt like my shoe was going to explode so I unlaced and ripped it off quick as we all watched it swell up like a baseball on my leg.
Medical Center, X-ray, at this point I’m talking in a grunt voice with clenched fists due to the pain and having not taken anything for it which really kicked in after we left the house. The medical workers tell Jana they need to see the x-ray results before they give me anything.
Finally, the nurse practitioner walks in and they give me an ibuprofen. She starts asking me a million questions and finally I ask one, is it broken or what? Yep. Thanks.
Off my feet for 3 days, foot elevated, ice 20 minutes on and off, lortab!, ibuprofen, walking cast when not laying down. I’ll be in a walking cast for probably 5-6 weeks.
The biggest bummer is that I can’t play basketball for at least that long. But better my foot than my mouse clicker hand.
That’s what you get for swearing under your breath during a basketball game held at a church, Paul…
That reminds me of my childhood, playing basketball with my scout troop. I’ve never been a great player, but I had some okay defensive skills, and let’s just say I knew how to screen. And let’s just say I knocked some other kid flat on his ass when he stole the ball from my team and started his fast break straight into me. He was on the ground for a while. He didn’t break anything, but it sure ended the game pretty quickly, which is kind of what I wanted anyway.
Ah yes, the oh-so competitive Church ball. I remember those days clearly back when I was at the U Seventh Ward. The glory days may be behind me now but one never forgets the battle scars of Church ball. Here’s to a speedy recovery. Gnarly pics, btw.
Ouch – so I guess this isn’t an April fool’s joke after all?