Just in case anyone else tries it!
The Story(it's long!): I was out feeding the horses Monday am before work. Horses are happily munching on grain and I start mucking out the run in. This requires me to fill a mucktub and then empty said mucktub into the spreader nearby. There is a fence around said spreader and I need to climb up one rung to dump manure. So manage the climbing up the fence and dumping manure out. As I'm climbing down the one rung (~1' off ground), my right ankle totally gives way with all on my weight on it. I thank whatever deities were listening that the mucktub was empty at that point as I crashed down, mucktub flying overhead.
My ankle has rolled before (7 years of soccer...), but jeez louise this one hurts! I clamber up using a post nearby, ankle is searing but allowing me to put some weight on it. Limp into house and inspect, considerable swelling... crap. I drive myself up into the city to the ER, it's an hour drive and I have a manual, so no using the left foot only. I pull up to an automatic gate that is not opening, Skippy the parking attendant approaches and asks what I'm doing. "I broke my ankle, I need x rays." Oh, he opens the gate. I go in, get settled into a room with a large woman, who it turns out has been constipated for 4 days... joy!
Nurse comes by and asks the usuals, inspects swollen ankle. She asks me what happened, "I fell off a fence." Thinking that is the most concise answer I can come up with. She gives me a weird look "At 730 in the morning, you were climbing a fence?" Oh, great inner city ER... lots of break ins and such. "I was feeding my horses" "OHHH!" This is repeated to almost every ER personnel I come into contact... Maybe I should have said something really spectacular, like I saved a baby from getting run over...
So xrays are taken of foot and ankle. Constipated lady gets an enema while I'm gone, good lord it stunk!! Seriously debating leaving AMA at this point. Ortho Dr comes in starts poking at my foot and ankle. Really focusing at the top on my foot near my 2nd toe.
Dr: "You sure this doesn't hurt?"
Me:"No, my ankle hurts"
In my head: like where it's swollen and I keep flinching every time you run over the one bony spot.
Dr: "You're sure you weren't stepped on?"
Me: "No, my ankle rolled." The horses were 10' away from me and didn't move throughout my display of Newton's theory of gravity. I'm really wondering wth is going on...
Dr: "huh..."
OMG, the lightbulb goes off! Last Summer (2009), I was bringing in horses at my trainer's farm. One pony was crowding the gate and trying to go over me while I had 2 other horses in hand. I did the only thing I could think off... I kicked him as hard as I could with the toe of my boot! I hit him square in the sternum, he really didn't care. My foot hurt like a SOB, kept saying as days went by "I might have broke my foot." People kept disuading me, "Nah, you wouldn't be able to walk if it was broken." But it did hurt for a good while and gimped around for weeks! No swelling or bruising, just pain. Never got xrays as I had no insurance and I couldn't afford NOT to work, so I kept on going...
Yeah, apparently I DID break something that summer and now my foot looks like a train wreck judging by the Dr.s' faces. Good thing I didn't tell them the time I'm pretty sure I had a hairline fracture on my tibia...
So for the time being, I have a moderately sprained ankle with a nice bone chip. I'm hobbling around in an air cast and get some nice drugs (whoo hoo, narcotics!!). I hope I can look at my xrays when I see the specialist next week, I really want to see what the heck I did to my foot!
So for that story you now know: If you must kick a horse in the chest, use your HEEL and not your TOE! Unless you enjoy having Ortho Docs look at you like you have a bone disorder...
You're WELCOME!
The Story(it's long!): I was out feeding the horses Monday am before work. Horses are happily munching on grain and I start mucking out the run in. This requires me to fill a mucktub and then empty said mucktub into the spreader nearby. There is a fence around said spreader and I need to climb up one rung to dump manure. So manage the climbing up the fence and dumping manure out. As I'm climbing down the one rung (~1' off ground), my right ankle totally gives way with all on my weight on it. I thank whatever deities were listening that the mucktub was empty at that point as I crashed down, mucktub flying overhead.
My ankle has rolled before (7 years of soccer...), but jeez louise this one hurts! I clamber up using a post nearby, ankle is searing but allowing me to put some weight on it. Limp into house and inspect, considerable swelling... crap. I drive myself up into the city to the ER, it's an hour drive and I have a manual, so no using the left foot only. I pull up to an automatic gate that is not opening, Skippy the parking attendant approaches and asks what I'm doing. "I broke my ankle, I need x rays." Oh, he opens the gate. I go in, get settled into a room with a large woman, who it turns out has been constipated for 4 days... joy!
Nurse comes by and asks the usuals, inspects swollen ankle. She asks me what happened, "I fell off a fence." Thinking that is the most concise answer I can come up with. She gives me a weird look "At 730 in the morning, you were climbing a fence?" Oh, great inner city ER... lots of break ins and such. "I was feeding my horses" "OHHH!" This is repeated to almost every ER personnel I come into contact... Maybe I should have said something really spectacular, like I saved a baby from getting run over...
So xrays are taken of foot and ankle. Constipated lady gets an enema while I'm gone, good lord it stunk!! Seriously debating leaving AMA at this point. Ortho Dr comes in starts poking at my foot and ankle. Really focusing at the top on my foot near my 2nd toe.
Dr: "You sure this doesn't hurt?"
Me:"No, my ankle hurts"
In my head: like where it's swollen and I keep flinching every time you run over the one bony spot.
Dr: "You're sure you weren't stepped on?"
Me: "No, my ankle rolled." The horses were 10' away from me and didn't move throughout my display of Newton's theory of gravity. I'm really wondering wth is going on...
Dr: "huh..."
OMG, the lightbulb goes off! Last Summer (2009), I was bringing in horses at my trainer's farm. One pony was crowding the gate and trying to go over me while I had 2 other horses in hand. I did the only thing I could think off... I kicked him as hard as I could with the toe of my boot! I hit him square in the sternum, he really didn't care. My foot hurt like a SOB, kept saying as days went by "I might have broke my foot." People kept disuading me, "Nah, you wouldn't be able to walk if it was broken." But it did hurt for a good while and gimped around for weeks! No swelling or bruising, just pain. Never got xrays as I had no insurance and I couldn't afford NOT to work, so I kept on going...
Yeah, apparently I DID break something that summer and now my foot looks like a train wreck judging by the Dr.s' faces. Good thing I didn't tell them the time I'm pretty sure I had a hairline fracture on my tibia...
So for the time being, I have a moderately sprained ankle with a nice bone chip. I'm hobbling around in an air cast and get some nice drugs (whoo hoo, narcotics!!). I hope I can look at my xrays when I see the specialist next week, I really want to see what the heck I did to my foot!
So for that story you now know: If you must kick a horse in the chest, use your HEEL and not your TOE! Unless you enjoy having Ortho Docs look at you like you have a bone disorder...
You're WELCOME!


. Aparently I had slightly "cracked" my big toe on the rock then really broke it kicking the colt. Hobbled around for a month or so but thankfully it healed.
Although that little guy never did think about kicking again.
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