It all started back at Fort Drum Day Camp when I was probably about 10 or 11 years old. We were playing a game of capture the flag and my foot found a nice hole and over it went. Now, I was never a graceful child despite my mother's trying for me to be. I took ballet, I tried out for Little League (that's an entire other post and a bottle of wine), played some sports, but I always ended up getting hurt, most specifically my ankle.
My first surgery was at the age of 15. I was able to lead a fairly normal life after that, with some high school sports (but always getting hurt), time in the Navy (again, ankle rears it's ugly head), and a fairly long career at nursing, all of which combined together made for a pretty crappy ankle.
I have had two ankle fusions in the last 6 years. An ankle fusion is where two bones of a joint are pinned (screwed) together to keep any motion from happening. The first fusion was the big ankle joint - the one that makes your foot go up and down. The second fusion was the joint just below the big joint, in normal people, it's the joint that allows your ankle side-to-side movement.
So, now I am in total lock down mode of my ankle.
My most recent surgery was about 2 1/2 weeks ago. Having this surgery has made me realize a few things. I'm not as young as I used to be, I'm not as strong as I think I am, and I have to come up with a really good story soon to explain the massive scarring on my foot - ankle surgery is just too boring, and my mangled paw deserves to have some fun with this.
Who would have thought an innocent child's game of Capture the Flag would change the course of my life?
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