Pop goes the weasel...not.
Jan. 30th, 2008 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indiana_jWell, that doesn't feel very good...
Growing up, I was a major klutz but managed to escape with only a few "major" injuries. Second degree burns from a boy scout thing (long story short, my girl scout troop leader ran a boy scout troop and took us to their big summer camp thing) on my left hand, but no scars to show. The biggest thing was in either 11th or 12th grade, when I slipped off the top of the school bus steps and landed sideways on the ankle.
I barely (and when I say barely, I mean it) avoided breaking the ankle and came out with an incredibly awful sprain. I was stuck with an air cast in winter which meant I didn't treat my injury as seriously because it was cold and I wanted my damnable shoe back. My shoe, mine. Stupid, yes, but I was like 17. Of course I was stupid.
Fast forward 10 years or so (...geez). The right ankle is the weaker of the two, that's for sure. Enough to the point that when I was doing TKD, my doctor had me wear an ankle brace for a few months. It's the one that I know without a doubt will buckle or do something stupid; I can pop it by just wiggling the stupid thing around.
But lately, if I don't move it for a while, when I do, it pops. And not the "Aahh, that feels better" pop but in the "HOLY SHIT, OW OW OW" pop frame of mind. Nerves all ablaze and trying not to move for a few seconds kind of ow.
*stares at it* I wonder if I should get myself to a doctor if this keeps up.
Growing up, I was a major klutz but managed to escape with only a few "major" injuries. Second degree burns from a boy scout thing (long story short, my girl scout troop leader ran a boy scout troop and took us to their big summer camp thing) on my left hand, but no scars to show. The biggest thing was in either 11th or 12th grade, when I slipped off the top of the school bus steps and landed sideways on the ankle.
I barely (and when I say barely, I mean it) avoided breaking the ankle and came out with an incredibly awful sprain. I was stuck with an air cast in winter which meant I didn't treat my injury as seriously because it was cold and I wanted my damnable shoe back. My shoe, mine. Stupid, yes, but I was like 17. Of course I was stupid.
Fast forward 10 years or so (...geez). The right ankle is the weaker of the two, that's for sure. Enough to the point that when I was doing TKD, my doctor had me wear an ankle brace for a few months. It's the one that I know without a doubt will buckle or do something stupid; I can pop it by just wiggling the stupid thing around.
But lately, if I don't move it for a while, when I do, it pops. And not the "Aahh, that feels better" pop but in the "HOLY SHIT, OW OW OW" pop frame of mind. Nerves all ablaze and trying not to move for a few seconds kind of ow.
*stares at it* I wonder if I should get myself to a doctor if this keeps up.