flights

So, I meant to take pictures of it when it happened, but I’m not nearly as flickr.lic.ious as some of my friends.

I hurt my ankle during a rookie snowboarding outing a few days after (or maybe it was before) Christmas. I hurt it badly enough that after the adrenaline surge wore off, I knew I needed to go to the ER. X-Rays were negative, and the doc said I had a bad sprain. They sent me home with an ice pack, a pair of cruches and some high-potency Motrin tablets.

Eight weeks later, I can walk without my crutches, but not more than a couple of blocks. And I can’t run at all, not even to hurry across an intersection when the light is changing.

Last week, I went for an MRI, and now it turns out I have a couple of small fractures. I have to see an orthopedic surgeon next week, and there’s a good chance I’ll have to have a couple of screws put into my ankle – or at least a boot or cast for a while.

:(