Two for one!
So, yesterday started off as anticipated. Luis and I were going to head to the skate park, get breakfast afterwards, and then I had to head to my differentials class later that morning.
We started off in what we call the "Kiddie Pool" It has a slopped edge (with no lip) which you can easily enter the pool with by just rolling down it. It has a "twinkie" as well, which is like a bump in the pool resembling half a twinkie (you can use the bump for speed, or to give yourself time to set-up). And it has a half-circle bowl, which I've only ever used to make a 180.
So the routine is: down the ledge, up the twinkie, down the twinkie, around in the bowl, pass around the twinkie, ride up the ledge, and let somebody else have their turn. Luis and I have done this a fair amount as well, and our primary concern was just to maintain speed for making the u-turn with the bowl. This was also the very first thing we were even doing at the park that morning.
So I got about 4 runs before biffing it. It wasn't anything extreme that led to it either. It went something like: down the ledge, up the twinkie, down the twinkie, and tried to adjust my footing. I guess I went to readjust it while my board was still being affected by a slope of some sort, and the back end of my board skidded out (backside) from my right foot. This cause my foot to be pointed slightly forward, and slightly downward.
Then all my speed went right into that foot. It got torqued counter-clockwise, and downward simultaneously, and then my weight came down on it. So a general analysis would be: imagine how it feels to roll your ankle, and then in that moment of it being rolled, you turn your whole body-weight on it. As I said to Luis later on in the day, I'm just glad my foot didn't get a full 180.
My board goes rolling along by itself in the pool, and I hear Luis from a distance (as I was concealed by the twinkie) say, "Hey Dan, are you alright?"
"AAAAUGHGHGHG, NO!"
So Luis and another skater run over to check me out, and I couldn't do much at that point except give the pain my attention. It was one of those awesome, deep throbbing sensations, with some burning. Moreso I was aware of what went on inside my ankle when I fell (I'm familiar with the snap-crackle-pop feeling), and I figured it was either horrendously sprained, or broken. The real indication leading me to believe it was broke, was when I was being assisted standing up my foot jiggled slightly, but enough for me so feel loose joints sliding past one another.
Like a bag of jelly and chicken bones sloshing about.
Not my favorite feeling, to say the least.
I asked Luis to help me stand up, and to do it on the left side. So he approaches my right side, and I say "Left-left-left-left-left" I don't know why it is, but I find that with a lot of people when I say one direction, they first go the other. Oh well. But he and the other skater lifted me out of the kiddie-pool, and sat me down on a bench. I texted my Dad saying I needed some advice on where to get care, and in the present moment just watched my foot begin to swell.
This happened at 8:20 or so, and the next hour and a half consisted of trying to find a clinic where I could recieve treatment.
UCD wasn't taking new patients
Family Health Centers wouldn't take walk-ins until 5pm.
So that left Sutter General.
And on that note, it pays off to have a parent who works in the medical field. GREAT Insurance.
So Luis and I hobble from the parking garage to the front entrance. I take a break to sit on a curb, because my left leg was getting tired out from all the hopping, and two para-transit guys walk by. The first one to see us looks at my ankle, and promptly says "DAMN" and the other says, "Whoa, you guys need some help like a chair or something?" Hell yes. At this point, my ankle (at this point a cankle) was literally as large as a pear. So we get some wheels and make our way in (it's fun getting pushed around too), and the para-transit guy mentions the importance of drinking milk.
I sign some paperwork that a nurse gives to me, and before she disappears back into the facility she mentions the drinking milk.
I get a room (the same room we brought Austin to actually), and get to lay down on a bed with a pack of ice. I asked for another bag at this point, so I could have it iced on all sides. The first person to come by was the X-ray technician, and he was pretty friendly. He mentioned the show Scarred on MTV (awesome show), and also referred to the importance of drinking milk. After I got my X-rays Tai showed up at the ER. He was fairly impressed with my swelling. Then I got to see a doctor and a nurse, both of which mentioned drinking milk at least once.
They put my ankle/leg in a fiberglass splint, and gave me a prescription of vicodin and some anti-inflammatory stuff. I also got my crutches for free. After that I went with Tai and Luis to Lyon's for "breakfast" However we'd found that their prices were raised up from what they'd been, and Tai refused to pay $10 for a club sandwich, understandably. So we went to Chile's, and had a much more affordable and satisfying meal.
My mom was displeased with my break, but was glad I was okay. Janelle thought I was foolish because I knew the injury would inevitably come. My Dad was like, "Alriiight, I'd been waiting for this you know, you've had one hell of a deficiency of broken bones in your life!" So now I'm sitting here at home, with my leg all patched up. Everything is harder and takes longer to do now, but I suppose it's a fairly good lesson. That, and to drink plenty of milk. If anything, I'm pissed that my brother has GTA IV and his bedroom is upstairs, they're impossible to go up with crutches.
Well I guess I've got no excuse to not to some homework, since my car-driving foot is disabled. Now if only I had a telescope...
If anything, it reminds me of what that little kid told Oscar: "You should've started ten years ago"
So after this, I may just stick to martial arts and limit it to one recreation to injure myself with. At least it'd be one I'm decent at, too. :P
Anyways, I'm gonna go hobble over and get me some more milk.
Oh ya, and I'm happy in that it was my first experience with breaking bones, two bones, and didn't cry. Stiff upper lip!
And lots of cussing. ;)
We started off in what we call the "Kiddie Pool" It has a slopped edge (with no lip) which you can easily enter the pool with by just rolling down it. It has a "twinkie" as well, which is like a bump in the pool resembling half a twinkie (you can use the bump for speed, or to give yourself time to set-up). And it has a half-circle bowl, which I've only ever used to make a 180.
So the routine is: down the ledge, up the twinkie, down the twinkie, around in the bowl, pass around the twinkie, ride up the ledge, and let somebody else have their turn. Luis and I have done this a fair amount as well, and our primary concern was just to maintain speed for making the u-turn with the bowl. This was also the very first thing we were even doing at the park that morning.
So I got about 4 runs before biffing it. It wasn't anything extreme that led to it either. It went something like: down the ledge, up the twinkie, down the twinkie, and tried to adjust my footing. I guess I went to readjust it while my board was still being affected by a slope of some sort, and the back end of my board skidded out (backside) from my right foot. This cause my foot to be pointed slightly forward, and slightly downward.
Then all my speed went right into that foot. It got torqued counter-clockwise, and downward simultaneously, and then my weight came down on it. So a general analysis would be: imagine how it feels to roll your ankle, and then in that moment of it being rolled, you turn your whole body-weight on it. As I said to Luis later on in the day, I'm just glad my foot didn't get a full 180.
My board goes rolling along by itself in the pool, and I hear Luis from a distance (as I was concealed by the twinkie) say, "Hey Dan, are you alright?"
"AAAAUGHGHGHG, NO!"
So Luis and another skater run over to check me out, and I couldn't do much at that point except give the pain my attention. It was one of those awesome, deep throbbing sensations, with some burning. Moreso I was aware of what went on inside my ankle when I fell (I'm familiar with the snap-crackle-pop feeling), and I figured it was either horrendously sprained, or broken. The real indication leading me to believe it was broke, was when I was being assisted standing up my foot jiggled slightly, but enough for me so feel loose joints sliding past one another.
Like a bag of jelly and chicken bones sloshing about.
Not my favorite feeling, to say the least.
I asked Luis to help me stand up, and to do it on the left side. So he approaches my right side, and I say "Left-left-left-left-left" I don't know why it is, but I find that with a lot of people when I say one direction, they first go the other. Oh well. But he and the other skater lifted me out of the kiddie-pool, and sat me down on a bench. I texted my Dad saying I needed some advice on where to get care, and in the present moment just watched my foot begin to swell.
This happened at 8:20 or so, and the next hour and a half consisted of trying to find a clinic where I could recieve treatment.
UCD wasn't taking new patients
Family Health Centers wouldn't take walk-ins until 5pm.
So that left Sutter General.
And on that note, it pays off to have a parent who works in the medical field. GREAT Insurance.
So Luis and I hobble from the parking garage to the front entrance. I take a break to sit on a curb, because my left leg was getting tired out from all the hopping, and two para-transit guys walk by. The first one to see us looks at my ankle, and promptly says "DAMN" and the other says, "Whoa, you guys need some help like a chair or something?" Hell yes. At this point, my ankle (at this point a cankle) was literally as large as a pear. So we get some wheels and make our way in (it's fun getting pushed around too), and the para-transit guy mentions the importance of drinking milk.
I sign some paperwork that a nurse gives to me, and before she disappears back into the facility she mentions the drinking milk.
I get a room (the same room we brought Austin to actually), and get to lay down on a bed with a pack of ice. I asked for another bag at this point, so I could have it iced on all sides. The first person to come by was the X-ray technician, and he was pretty friendly. He mentioned the show Scarred on MTV (awesome show), and also referred to the importance of drinking milk. After I got my X-rays Tai showed up at the ER. He was fairly impressed with my swelling. Then I got to see a doctor and a nurse, both of which mentioned drinking milk at least once.
They put my ankle/leg in a fiberglass splint, and gave me a prescription of vicodin and some anti-inflammatory stuff. I also got my crutches for free. After that I went with Tai and Luis to Lyon's for "breakfast" However we'd found that their prices were raised up from what they'd been, and Tai refused to pay $10 for a club sandwich, understandably. So we went to Chile's, and had a much more affordable and satisfying meal.
My mom was displeased with my break, but was glad I was okay. Janelle thought I was foolish because I knew the injury would inevitably come. My Dad was like, "Alriiight, I'd been waiting for this you know, you've had one hell of a deficiency of broken bones in your life!" So now I'm sitting here at home, with my leg all patched up. Everything is harder and takes longer to do now, but I suppose it's a fairly good lesson. That, and to drink plenty of milk. If anything, I'm pissed that my brother has GTA IV and his bedroom is upstairs, they're impossible to go up with crutches.
Well I guess I've got no excuse to not to some homework, since my car-driving foot is disabled. Now if only I had a telescope...
If anything, it reminds me of what that little kid told Oscar: "You should've started ten years ago"
So after this, I may just stick to martial arts and limit it to one recreation to injure myself with. At least it'd be one I'm decent at, too. :P
Anyways, I'm gonna go hobble over and get me some more milk.
Oh ya, and I'm happy in that it was my first experience with breaking bones, two bones, and didn't cry. Stiff upper lip!
And lots of cussing. ;)