Over the years, I have had an assortment of injuries.  A bunch of sprained ankles, jammed fingers and toes, fortunately no stitches!  Most of them were a result of one thing - I am super clumsy!  I am constantly tripping, falling, and walking into stuff.  Falling up stairs, falling down stairs, and sometimes just tripping over my own feet! 

When I was in my early teens, my cousin and I wrecked a three wheeler.  I tore out the front of my right ankle.  After they used a wire brush to remove the gravel, they took x-rays.  According to the ER doctor, no fractures.  He put me on crutches and said I'd have to stay on them until my skin grew back - they didn't have any skin to stitch together. Recovery was unpleasant.

During most of high school, I was in pom-poms.  We did the half-time show during football games (think Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders with more clothes).  At the end of a game that we won, we were doing our victory march across the field.  Somehow, I managed to find a divot and snapped my right ankle.  Back to the hospital, got some x-rays and was told it wasn't fractured.  Crutches again.

In my early thirties, I broke an ankle rollerblading. When I went to urgent care, I was told it wasn't broken.  The urgent care doctor gave me some crutches for a minimum height of 5' 10" (I am 5' 8") and SEVEN prescriptions for an assortment of pain killers, muscle relaxers, and an anti-inflammatory.  Before I filled the prescriptions, I contacted the number on the back of my insurance card to see if i could get a second opinion.  Based on everything I said, they recommended that I go to the emergency room.  

At the ER, they took a bunch new x-rays and told me that I had fractured my ankle about an inch above my "old" fracture.  They also said I had a healed hairline fracture on the inside of my right ankle.  Rollerblading = 3rd broken ankle.  I am sure you are wondering why I am recapping my broken ankle history. Stay with me, I'm about to get to my point.

When I called my mom to tell her about my broken ankle, I was sure she was going to say something like, "I told you it was dangerous!" But, she didn't!  Instead she said, "That's just what you do.  You've always had bad ankles.  How long will it be before you can go back?" BEST MOM EVER!!!! 

I hope someday I can convince her to skydive with me!