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My GP called this morning. Apparently I've knocked off two 3 milimeter pieces of bone -- one from each side of my ankle. She has no idea how I've managed to do that but one came off with a wrenched tendon and one with a ligament. Right at the moment, there's nothing stabilizing my ankle so we're heading into the city this afternoon for a lace-up ( Read more... )
Of three concussions, two involved miscalculated ducking (once under the loft in my dorm room, which had been the same height for months). One involved actually getting kicked in the head... in a choreographed fight. (No, it wasn't supposed to connect.)
Then there was the sprain where the doctor couldn't figure out how I'd managed to involve basically every scrap of soft tissue anywhere in my ankle and not incur a fracture. That one was technically a soccer injury, except for the part where I was walking across the field during practice and stepped in a hole.
Meanwhile, such brilliant ideas as taking my friend's brother's go-cart down a ~45-degree incline cut into the East Anglia chalk layer (suffice it to say the cart and I did not arrive at the bottom at the same time), or going down a waxed slide head-first on my back with my arms at my sides, never resulted in anything more than horrific-looking but entirely superficial scrapes and bruises. Somebody was SO looking out for me.
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