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2004-11-16 - 8:59 p.m. I broke my fibula playing flag football on Saturday afternoon. The fibula is the smaller of the two bones that connects your knee to your ankle. I caught the ball while running over the middle of the field. I spun out of one tackle and started sprinting down the sideline toward the end zone when a defender was closing in on me. I decided to jump and hold the ball over the cone for the score just like the pros do. I planted my right foot in preparation to leap and felt a tug in my lower leg, my ankle wanted to keep going to the left but I was telling my body to jump to the right. I still managed to leap into the air and hold the ball over the cone, touchdown. Then I took assessment of my leg and all seemed okay. No excruciating pane. But then I began to walk and my foot ached and I had limited range of motion. I managed to hobbled to a bench near by and laid down. While I was there the rest of the players were arguing about whether it was actually a touchdown or not. I was ruled out at the one yard line. What BS and I couldn’t even argue the call. My leg ached and nausea set in. After about 20 minutes I sat up and took off my shoe, the nausea was gone but my leg still hurt. I expected it to be swollen already but it looked normal. I tried to walk on it and did with some success, however my foot didn’t move very well and it did hurt putting weight on it. I decided to walk about 200 yards to my car. It felt like it took me 200 minutes. I looked back at the game and wished it were me throwing balls and catching balls. I decided to drive to a 24 hour emergency medical center. Thank goodness my car has cruise control as I couldn’t extend my foot to accelerate and I was forced to brake with my left foot. I should have made one of the other players drive me but I didn’t want to interrupt the game. I would push my entire foot onto the accelerator and throw myself back in the seat, then I would rough brake with my left foot and throw myself forward again. It was cool once I got on the expressway though because then it was cruise control city. There were a few people waiting before me at the medical center. One was an old Russian man who was in a wheel chair and on oxygen. His middle aged Russian daughter began yelling at the nurse behind the desk, “This entire room has cleared out twice and we still haven’t gone yet?” The nurse calmly explained that her situation wasn’t an emergency. When the Russian lady walk back to her seat she said to the old man, “These stupid American’s, they say your not important and can’t go yet.” I felt bad for the old man, not only did he have to wait a long time but he also had to listen to his daughter bitch about it. Finally my name was called and I hobbled over to a desk so they could take down my information. I waited and waited and finally a nurse came and started talking to me in Spanish. Apparently I look Hispanic when I am wearing muddy black sweatshirt and muddy gray sweatpants. She soon realized her mistake and walked away. At this point I convinced myself that nothing was broken. It was probably just a high ankles sprain or a pulled muscle or something. Once I made it to my room, which was only an area surrounded by curtains so I could hear everything going on in the rooms next to mine. In one room the doctor was asking a 16 year old girl why she was living with her boyfriend and in the other a woman was getting an IV for an infection. I waited and waited until they could finally take some X-rays. I hobbled to the room despite being offered a wheel chair. When the X-rays were finished the Dr. had me walk to a place where we could view them. He pointed out the tiny crack in my fibula. He proceeded to explain that people can live without this bone and what not. I stopped listening after that because I became nauseas again. I started burning up and sweating. The Dr. started laughing and had the nurse lay me down. I later heard him say, “I showed him his x-ray and he became light headed.” No sympathy from that Doctor. Once I recovered the nurse rapped my leg in an ace bandage and gave me some crutches. As I was leaving the nurse asked if anyone was waiting for me. I said no and then she asked if I thought it was a good idea to drive home myself. I decided to call nearly everyone I know that was in the area. No one answered. I drove myself home braking again with the left foot. I was supposed to set an appointment with an Orthopedic Dr. after 2 days. Once I settled into my apartment called bb who decided that I should call my parents immediately. So I decided to break it to my parents easily. When I called my dad answered, “Dad, I hurt my leg playing football.” He then yells across the house, “Maude, McDude broke his leg.” Thanks dad. Then I spent the next to days getting sympathy calls. The ex even called? My brother called and said, “You are lucky your not a horse!” True dat! Sleeping, Pissing, Shitting, Bathing, are all huge chores. My roommate has been great. I finally took a huge shit on Monday. I tried and failed on both Saturday and Sunday. Well my toilet clogged and overflowed. My roommate cleaned it up for me. What an awesome roommate. I’ll have to get her a nice Christmas present. I’m supposed to go to a Bears game on December 5th and the Irish girl is going to be in town the first week and a half in December. Hopefully I’ll be able to somewhat walk to those events. I also missed work the last two days as well. I got permission to work from home tomorrow and I’ll be getting a ride on Thursday and Friday. I went to the Orthopedic Dr this morning. All morning I was nervous he was going to rebreak my leg to set it, or say that we need to amputate it. At the very least I would need a cast. But none of the above happened. He simply told me to stay on crutches for a week. Keep rapping it for a while. Then gradually start walking on it. He said to start walking around on one crutch next week. Maybe I’ll be walking fine by the bears game. He also said I can start driving again when I feel safe. Like this entry? Vote for me here!
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