The Worst of Times, or A Briefly Misplaced Foot

I offer now, three weeks and one day later, a recap of my ankle injury by way of an excerpt from an email I wrote following the injury.

So, last night, after Hovey, Niki, and I dominated (um, yeah... we won 0 to -2) the first game of Mini, we started another game. And I was cutting all lazy and didn't feel like faking Mike hard so I swirled around and then went deep for Hovey and she put up this high OI flick which was actually pretty great but it meant that I had to sky Mike really hard so I did that but somehow my torso ended up above his body and my feet were sort of tangled up below his body and then we landed and my foot fell off. For maybe like a second. I looked down and my foot was turned under and inward with my ankle pointed out and down and then I flexed my leg and it popped back in. Heh. FUN STUFF.

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PS I mentioned that I caught the disc, right?

I broke no bones but severely strained my ligaments. Best case? Worst case? Uncertain. I was so fated to ride crutches hard for just about two weeks, after which I removed my temporary splint to find a mostly unswollen leg and a totally disappeared calf. The calf came back and my pain slowly decreased and I started walking and life got a bit happier. My friends were, in fact, wonderfully helpful and caring. But seriously, there were some bad moments there, like every time I had to take a friggin' shower with a friggin' plastic bag or like when I had arranged, while hopping on one foot, a bowl of macaroni and cheese on the couch to eat and watch TV but then started to lose my balance and caught myself by knocking the macaroni on the floor. GOOD TIMES.

I will thus play no more Ultimate this year and I cannot guess as to when I will run again. But I will be ready to surf in January in Panama. GOOD TIMES.