When I was around 8, a neighborhood kid was swinging around a light pole, just a plain metal pole but it had the wirenut box attached to the side about a foot from the ground, which he was standing on while spinning.
His foot slipped, the corner of this box ripped his ankle open, cut right up from the top of the shoe about 6 inches into his lower calf/ankle.
He screamed and ran home, blood pouring everywhere. Saw him a few days later with massive stitches and bruising all over his leg. Wasn’t as bad as it looked, but fuck me it still makes me wince thinking of my ankle being sliced by a dull metal corner by weight and gravity alone.
Dude, I’ve broken my ankle just by stepping off a 1" ledge wrong. It sucks. I bet yours sucked a lot more.
That’s okay - there’s no need for it to be a competition! I’m sorry you broke your ankle. Did it heal okay? What was your recovery process like?
I remember, as I was waiting for the EMT’s, I thought to myself “this isn’t so bad - eventually it will be over.” It isn’t yet and sometimes that depresses me, but maybe someday it still will be.
As they were rolling me to the OR, I remember one of the nurses said approximately “I broke both of my ankles a few years ago. In six months you won’t even think about it.” Her bedside manner was good, but she was wrong, heh.
Thank you for the empathy!
edit: OR, not ER.