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I broke my ankle last night, AMA

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Username checks out, lol.

In all seriousness, get well soon. Maybe get yourself a new game (or pick something from the backlog) to play with all the downtime you're gonna have.
 
Username checks out, lol.

In all seriousness, get well soon. Maybe get yourself a new game (or pick something from the backlog) to play with all the downtime you're gonna have.

Thanks man. Yeah, I'm gonna use this time to finally finish Yotei and then probably get started on Silksong.

That medical work looks incredible to me

It's hopefully good! Does look like they got the parts together that should be together.

Were you wearing stilettos?

No, but very ungrippy sneakers in winter...

Metal AF 🤘

You're never getting through airport security without a strip search ever again tho...

Heh yeah, I've thought about that too. But I'd think this would be quite common, and they will quickly realize it's inside my ankle.
 
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Surgery isn't bad, it's the rehab that sucks. Stick with it though, it really makes a difference. You can come out of this stronger than where you were when you started this journey.

Source: tore 3 out of the 4 knee ligaments in one go. At the end of it all, I was in incredible shape.
 
If it makes you feel any better, I broke my toe at the same time. And I have an event tomorrow where I'll have to walk 30k+ steps per day for a whole week.
 
been there brother. Broken ankle is no joke, and the surgery / recovery sucks.

Do your physical therapy. Seriously. Don't skimp on it.
 
Did you watch that knight rider reboot in 2008? did you like it?

I did not watch that! Should I have? Would that have prevented this from ever happening?

Surgery isn't bad, it's the rehab that sucks. Stick with it though, it really makes a difference. You can come out of this stronger than where you were when you started this journey.

Source: tore 3 out of the 4 knee ligaments in one go. At the end of it all, I was in incredible shape.

Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for, and I'm definitely gonna take this seriously! Right now the situation kinda sucks though, I've never been this immobile in my life. I'm not really used to the crutches yet, guess I will slowly feel more and more comfortable with that.

Nah, That's just a flesh wound.

The flesh was thankfully ok! They told me it's a lot worse (and a lot more hospital time) if bones break through the skin.

If it makes you feel any better, I broke my toe at the same time. And I have an event tomorrow where I'll have to walk 30k+ steps per day for a whole week.

Others also being in misery does help, of course! Haha. No, but are you really gonna be able to do that with a broken toe?

been there brother. Broken ankle is no joke, and the surgery / recovery sucks.

Do your physical therapy. Seriously. Don't skimp on it.

Yep, thanks.
 
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Never broke anything - thanks God, but I got injured muscles from time to time, and they're a bitch. I imagine that bones are even worse

Get well
 
Never broke anything - thanks God, but I got injured muscles from time to time, and they're a bitch. I imagine that bones are even worse

Get well

I think injured muscles probably hurt more actually. I do have some pain now, but mostly from the incisions they made to install the hardware. The bones themselves don't hurt.
 
The only broken bone I've had in my 51 years on this earth was my leg, when I was about 10 years old. My cousin was doing a wheelie on his dirt bike on the sidewalk in the Bronx, and I happened to step out the front gate at exactly the wrong moment. All I remember is the loud sound of the bike and then waking up in the hospital with a cast covering my entire right leg with metal parts protruding. I didn't feel any pain at all, just constant itching behind my knee that I couldn't reach. I still have a scar on the front side just above my knee where my aunt told me my bone was sticking out of my leg.

Edit: I later learned how deeply my cousin felt about what happened when, less than two years later, a bully about ten years older than me sweep-kicked me in front of my apartment on East 217th Street. My cousin rolled up in his Trans Am, pulled onto the sidewalk, and asked who did it. I pointed the guy out, and he proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him. He was always over-the-top protective of me, but that day I finally understood why. When I told him he didn't have to go that far, he said he felt he owed it to me for what happened.
 
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Yes, I was drunk. Yes, I had bad shoes for the weather. Yes, I'm a dumbass. But one bad slip, and next thing you know you're looking at surgery (which I haven't had yet, hopefully tomorrow), 6 weeks of jumping on one leg with the other in a cast, and a lot longer than that to fully recover.

I've never broken anything before, there's a first time for everything I guess. It sucks. Lying in a hospital bed is boring as hell. And it makes me feel old, lol. Like, who the hell slips and breaks their ankle in three places?
It's really frustrating how small choices can have such consequences. I had a timer above my stove rack which fell down whilst I was holding my saucepan with boiling water and reflexively I tried to grab it. Of course the scalding water hit my leg and I had to deal with a pus wound for weeks during the summer.

There should be some kind of red alert in the air which says: "QTE starting. Prepare to avoid danger"
 
The only broken bone I've had in my 51 years on this earth was my leg, when I was about 10 years old. My cousin was doing a wheelie on his dirt bike on the sidewalk in the Bronx, and I happened to step out the front gate at exactly the wrong moment. All I remember is the loud sound of the bike and then waking up in the hospital with a cast covering my entire right leg with metal parts protruding. I didn't feel any pain at all, just constant itching behind my knee that I couldn't reach. I still have a scar on the front side just above my knee where my aunt told me my bone was sticking out of my leg.

Edit: I later learned how deeply my cousin felt about what happened when, less than two years later, a bully about ten years older than me sweep-kicked me in front of my apartment on East 217th Street. My cousin rolled up in his Trans Am, pulled onto the sidewalk, and asked who did it. I pointed the guy out, and he proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him. He was always over-the-top protective of me, but that day I finally understood why. When I told him he didn't have to go that far, he said he felt he owed it to me for what happened.

Damn, how long were you "disabled" from that? Fully recovered now? I thankfully didn't have any bones break the skin.

I'm almost halfway through the cast period now, just over three weeks left...

It's really frustrating how small choices can have such consequences. I had a timer above my stove rack which fell down whilst I was holding my saucepan with boiling water and reflexively I tried to grab it. Of course the scalding water hit my leg and I had to deal with a pus wound for weeks during the summer.

There should be some kind of red alert in the air which says: "QTE starting. Prepare to avoid danger"

Indeed!
 
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All I remember is the loud sound of the bike and then waking up in the hospital with a cast covering my entire right leg with metal parts protruding. I didn't feel any pain at all, just constant itching behind my knee that I couldn't reach.
Wow, the brain/body is amazing. It basically completely shielded you from s traumatic event.

I still have a scar on the front side just above my knee where my aunt told me my bone was sticking out of my leg.
Do you ever feel bad about traumatizing your aunt? The day I see someone's bone poking out I'll demand morphine to calm down my nerves.

Edit: I later learned how deeply my cousin felt about what happened when, less than two years later, a bully about ten years older than me sweep-kicked me in front of my apartment on East 217th Street. My cousin rolled up in his Trans Am, pulled onto the sidewalk, and asked who did it. I pointed the guy out, and he proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him. He was always over-the-top protective of me, but that day I finally understood why. When I told him he didn't have to go that far, he said he felt he owed it to me for what happened.
Bro is a real bro! Also a real badass.
💥🤛
 
Damn, how long were you "disabled" from that? Fully recovered now? I thankfully didn't have any bones break the skin.

It's pretty vague now, so I'll have to confirm with my mother, but from what I remember it happened during the summer while school was out. The initial cast and recasting lasted into winter, and by the time the snow was gone I was starting to be outside again with limited mobility. By spring break, I was pretty much dicking around on my own again.

Edit: I also remember classmates and friends giving me the nickname Nigga Tim (Tiny Tim from the Christmas movie). Fun times. Everyone basically treated me like comedic relief because I still didn't take nonsense from any of them.

Edit: Oh and I also remember laughing like crazy when they took the metal out, and then waking up with the pins gone. I missed them because they made my injury look extra cool, like a Iron Man armored leg or some shit.
 
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It's pretty vague now, so I'll have to confirm with my mother, but from what I remember it happened during the summer while school was out. The initial cast and recasting lasted into winter, and by the time the snow was gone I was starting to be outside again with limited mobility. By spring break, I was pretty much dicking around on my own again.

Edit: I also remember classmates and friends giving me the nickname Nigga Tim (Tiny Tim from the Christmas movie). Fun times. Everyone basically treated me like comedic relief because I still didn't take nonsense from any of them.

Edit: Oh and I also remember laughing like crazy when they took the metal out, and then waking up with the pins gone. I missed them because they made my injury look extra cool, like a Iron Man armored leg or some shit.

Wow, that's a long time. It's only supposed to be six weeks in cast for me. Obviously I won't be fully recovered by then, but I should be fine to start walking etc.
 
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