I don’t know what I ever did to piss my ankle off, but one day 6 years ago when I was sledding and ran into a tree, it just decided to like… break on me.
And I had surgery, and got two screws put in. And then we were all like buddies again. Me and my ankle.
Then, like, 8 months ago I’m all like… “Hey ankle, let’s run a marathon!” and my ankle was like “F*ck you!” and… like, it stepped into a pothole and got twisted and like totally wouldn’t heal for like two months.
So, I went to the doctor. And the doctor said that one of the screws needed to come out – and he knew just the man to do it – himself. So, the doctor whips out his handy Black and Decker cordless and takes out the screw, and sends me on my way.
And I was like “Hey ankle, you okay buddy?” and my ankle was like “Go to hell!” and that’s where we are today. I can’t really do anything without my ankle getting all sore.
Basically, I need to figure out where things went wrong between us… me and my ankle.
