It was any idle Tuesday afternoon when I was leaving my Intro to Marriage and Family class satisfied with myself for receiving an 89 on a recent test. I quickly reached into the left pocked of my three day worn faded blue jeans to retrieve my cell phone. I flipped open my razor punched in the numbers of a friend in order to enjoy a leisurely conversation on my brisk walk back to the dorm. I walked down out of the doors of Abilene Hall, walked down the sidewalk and stepped off of the curb onto the street. The only problem was that in my senior year at H-SU, after having at least seven classes in Abilene Hall on this day I forgot that the curb at Abilene Hall is twice as high as that of other curbs.
"POP!" My ankle went sideways bearing my weight on my ankle and sending sharp pains through my leg and foot. I immediately hung up the phone without even waiting for an answer and began limping back to the dorm. After hobbling twenty yards I once again grabbed my phone mashed the number 2 speed dial and attempted to call Ashley, no answer. Slapping my phone close and re-opening it, all in one motion, I pressed hard on the number 5 speed dial, no answer from Dad either. On the third try i finally got in contact with my mother. "Mom, I think i broke my ankle."
After receiving instructions on keeping my foot iced and elevated, and grabbing a pair of crutches owned by Anderson Hall I contacted Geoffrey who willingly agreed to drive me to Dr. J's (our insurance approved medical clinic). When we walked into Dr. J's we were immediately met with hostility when I was informed that the office manager would not accept my insurance since i did not have a physical copy of my card. After begging and pleading, having my father beg a plead and asking to speak to the office manager who was not there I stormed out of the office speaking very loudly to the remainder of the people waiting in the waiting room, "I hope they give you all better care than they gave me!"
After re-weighing my options The best course of action was determined to be paying the extra fifty dollar co-pay and going to Hendricks memorial for medical attention. With my foot in writhing with an intense sense of pain We waited, and waited, and waited. We called Pizza Hut and had a large pizza with half pepperonis and half hamburger meat and then we waited. Geoff went and got my laptop and season two of scrubs on DVD and we waited. We watched three episodes of scrubs and they finally called me back into a room and had x-rays taken of my foot. After this I continued to wait for two hour before I finally saw a doc (this allowed me to watch an episode of dirty jobs as well as an episode of House).
When the doctor finally arrived after five hours of waiting he told me what the deal was. Good news my ankle was not broken. Bad news something else was. His exact words to me were, "I have never seen anything like this before." After reviewing my x-rays he wasn't quite sure what he was looking at so he enlisted the help of an orthopedic surgeon that just so happened to be walking by at the time. After consulting the surgeon the news was grim. I had fractured a very strange part of my foot and would most likely need surgery. If i had only have skipped class that day.
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