Broken Ankle Blog Week Two: ORIF Surgery, Isolation, Depression, and Sleeplessness

When I woke up, I desperately wanted Chipotle, but was told it was “too spicy” because I “would be nauseous.” False.

Dealing With a Broken Ankle: Week One

On February 13th, I was out at a friend’s house and I fell in some mud in the yard. My body went down, but my right foot was stuck in the mud and didn’t fall with me. It was not great. I like…fell, fell. “Help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” kind of falling. I laid there and screamed for help until someone came because I couldn’t move. My ankle turned black and it looked like someone had shoved a golf ball under my skin.