So, the story of my foot. I WAS drinking the night of the foot break, I WAS NOT drunk when it happened. I basically was just trying to save not 15 seconds by jogging down the sidewalk towards my friend's apartment vs. walking. Luck would have it that I roll the ankle. I sprained my ankle (which has been the worst pain recently) and broke the bone in my foot that attaches the ankle to the pinky toe, otherwise known as a "fifth" metatarsal. Off and on the last couple of weeks, the bone pain has started to subside, but the muscles in my foot have started to cramp nonstop. The ankle hurts on occassion, but only when the shoe is poorly tied. No cast, you say? Yes, no cast. apparently the break is a break that "doesn't require a cast". I get reevaluated Wednesday by my orthopedic guy, and hopefully within the next month, I'll be ready to get back out on the soccer field.
Now, for the gruesome. Not so gruesome, but you can't even see my ankle bone! hahahaha?
photo on 8.13.06, two days after the break

photo on 9.11.06, one month after the break.

I also grew a fatass beard during August cuz I couldn't really go out too much with my broken foot...I'll post pictures sometime. maybe... hahaha
JooF
1 comments:
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
That is all.
Oh yeah, and I Facebook Friended you. Talk about scene.
Post a Comment