Ankles, Amigos, and Awkward Moments: My Misadventures with a Sore Ankle

Have you ever noticed how life can sometimes seem to have a twisted sense of humour? It certainly felt that way for us last July when we went on holiday with our friends. We were looking forward to two weeks of all-inclusive luxury....

It all started when our friend, her name withheld to protect the innocent, twisted her ankle on the way back to her room. A quick visit to the hospital and several 100 euros later, she arrived back with a foot in plaster and a wheelchair...a level three sprain...painful and it curtailed our holiday slightly ...but the craic that I and DC had taking the piss was legendary. Trust me DC should never be left in charge of a person in a wheelchair ever, and one night only for two Polish holidaymakers ( DC thinks they were Polish but maybe German) our friend would have ended up going for a swim in the pool - wheelchair and all

Fast forward to the day we were coming home, our friend in a wheelchair...straight to the front of the queue in the airport, ever have that feeling when two hundred sets of eyes are glaring at you...Awkward to say the least...

A quick flight home and we were staying with our friend for one last night before we made the journey home from the airport, So off we popped to the local Dunnes Stores, me needing Beer and to get some flowers for our friend, the shop is only 200 meters from the house. Shopping is done and on our way back, when JC spotted a car driving slowly up the road, with all the windows down, JC turned to me and asked was that a gang car, to which I replied no JC just some lads out for a drive...at that very instant, I stepped my left leg into a pothole and dropped to the ground like a drive-by shooting victim.....rolled on to the grass in agony looked up and DC and JC were standing over me staring...Wot happened they asked as I was screaming.....looked down at my ankle and it was inflating like a balloon to the point of popping.

Got to my feet and with every fibre in my ankle screaming, hobbled back to the house, when we arrived our friend was concerned but I am sure quite amused given we had taken the piss out of her for the past two weeks....Karma had come back to bite me....

Roll on 8 months and my Ankle is still in a bad state still, booked a Physio to try and deal with the aftermath. You know its bad when the Physio takes off your sock and goes - 'Oh My God'

So the road is going to be a long one, I have a lot of scar tissue, with more scar tissue on top - the x-ray came back with wear and tear lol, the Physio reckons I ripped all three tendons in half

I have exercises to do and stretches and calf raises, and when you are as big as an elephant, standing on your tip toes isn't the easiest thing, it truly is torture but must do is a hard master

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Physiotherapy is the art of convincing your body to do things it doesn't want to do, like stretch, bend, and twist.