Is it fractured?

So, against my better judgement last Thursday,(14th) my son convinced me to jump on a thin piece of plastic called a crazy carpet, the name of which should have been a giveaway from the start. The target was at the bottom of a steep bank that had already been well groomed by other young 'uns probably on their snow boards or other such death traps similar to the aforementioned carpet. A jump had been nicely packed and sculpted at the point of maximum velocity to take full advantage.

Well needless to say my jump did not go as I had previously envisioned in my head. As I approached the take off point, the carpet started to spin around as if it itself was too scared of what lay in wait. The result? My right ankle digging in to the upslope and dislodging me from the plastic mat in a dismount that would have been awarded with a 9.0 9.0 9.5 9.5. After the immediate few seconds of self realization that it was a bad idea to begin with, my focus was drawn to the stabbing pain in my ankle which even after a few seconds was twice the size it normally is.

After crawling on hands and knees back to the origin on the incident I called Shauna to come and drive me home. I've twisted my ankle before, no big deal.

Jump to three days later and the purple blue bruising around my still ballooned ankle. Hmmm, it never did that before. But I still decided it would go away and all would be fine so I went back to work. After three days of working I realized it wasn't going away and it was still hurting, more so by the end of the day. A trip to the doctors office is what I needed.

As it turned out on the day I chose to visit the doctor, Shauna also had a doctors appointment to check the pregnancy was all going ok. When we finally arrived at the medi-center, we were told the wait time would be close to an hour and it was already after one o'clock. I decided to go back the next morning.

I arrived at the medi-center at 8:45 and still ended up waiting over an hour to see my doctor. After pulling and pushing on my ankle he decided that I needed to go for x-rays to be sure that nothing was fractured. Finally at around one o'clock, after examining the x-rays he deduced that it was just a bad strain and that I would be in some pain for two to three weeks. And just as a precaution, the radiologist would also look at the pictures to double check fir minor cracks.

It was just about six when the phone rang. It was my doctor. Apparently the radiologist found a fracture in my heel bone and that I would have to return to the medi-center tomorrow to get a air boot and may be off work on short term disability for four to six weeks.

The things you do for your kids!