I don’t think my ankle is suppose to bend that way.

Well of course, I can’t go a week without breaking a part of my body, so to remain consistent, I took it upon myself to sprain my ankle. I’ll start of with the story: I was walking down my hallway, intending to go down stairs, but when I opened the back stairwell door, I cloud of dust was so thick I couldn’t see 3 feet in front of me; I then ran to my phone and called campus security, and they told me to pull the fire alarm. This was the first time I ever got to pull a fire alarm, it was kind of exhilarating. At this point all fire alarms in the complex are going off, and my guys are clearing out of the hall and I’m behind them, we come to the bottom of the main stairs, and I step off the last step and my ankle rolls out… At this point, some choice words were said, just to give me a reason for doing so, I feel it is necessary to say that I have broken/dislocated my toes before, and this was so much more painful. After two hours in the hospital, its about 1:30 am when I get home, tired, in pain, and my ego severally damaged… but the Vicodin (prescribed, of course) made the night interesting, dream-wise, but I slept very well, considering the pain I was in. Vicodin is a drug I hope I never have to take again, it made me kind of dizzy (I fell twice, both times coming down stairs) and made me a loopy… So now I am stuck in a brace for a couple of weeks, which really irks me, because I was starting to enjoy working out…

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on November 20, 2000, in school and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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