In July of 2004, I was scheduled to take my drivers test. On the way to the test, I was pulling out of the garage, and I sideswiped the wall and put a huge dent in the door.
My Dad was so mad that he didn't say a word to me until the next day.
I fixed the dent and got my license, mission accomplished.
Friday, March 14, 2008
My Ankle 3/14/08
In October 2007, I was playing in an intermural soccer game, and everything seemed to be going well. This kid on the other team was playing pretty dirty the whole time, and he took it to another level towards the end of the game.
I jumped up to head a ball, and while I was airborne, he plowed into me and I landed awkwardly and hard. I fractured a bone in my ankle, and one in my foot. The pain was intense, but I had to get off the field for the game to continue.
I was immobile for a few days, but I went to the doctor and got a wrap (not a cast, even though it was broken) so I could walk again.
Since I didn't get a cast, it still hurts to this day.
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