I rode to the hospital and sure enough, I'd broken my lateral malleolus. The fibula just above the ankle bone. Right in two. Luckily it's a clean break and probably won't need surgery. I never really did feel any pain. Except when it moved of course. The doctor asked me if I wanted anything for the pain.
"Well... what do you got?"
"I can't give you the good stuff."
"Then i'm fine."
I was in a real good mood anyway. It was great to see the weird procession of BC Interior illnesses come through. An old man waiting at the front with a mask on. When he finally came in (he was wearing the mask cuz he had a cough) he told the doctor how the pain in his shoulder had moved to the other side and he had to work the farm before two weeks were up, he just had to. Another farmer had caught his hand in an engine and tore all the skin off. An old lady came through and had to use the bathroom, but was afraid when she walked in front of me that I would be able to see up the back of her gown. The nurse held it shut as they hobbled into the bathroom. And then there was a young girl who'd got a sparkle in her eye.
Ryan's Van died when he went home to get our cell phones. My uncle drove him and Michelle to the hospital to get my keys then back to the cabin, then they came and picked me up.
With my plans for the ski trip out the window, I eventually abandoned my car at the cabin and came back to Calgary to get more X-rays and rest at my parents place.
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