“Good luck with that!” Ain’t Help 1.3.12: I was running laps at the Bloomsburg University track when I somehow tripped over my I-pod cord and—in a heroic effort to spare my recently re-habilitated right knee—crashed full force onto my right ankle, ripping every ligament from the bone, wrenching and tearing the muscles half way up my leg, and pulling my ankle bones away from my leg bone. Awesome. And Whoa! Nelly! Ouch! A gentleman walking the track nearby could not have failed to see me fall—or for that matter hear my ligaments blowing off my ankle bones. He came over while I was gaining some semblance of comprehension about what had happened, and said “Wow! You better get that looked at.” And then he continued walking. Several minutes later, still […]
