I am Ernie Stewart, Lord Commander of the Internet Watch and Second of my Name. I have survived riding my fucking ATV off of a two story cliff with nothing more than a concussion and a separated shoulder for my effort. And this is what happened to my ankle while riding my fucking scooter in a parking lot at a whopping 15 miles per fucking hour. The Cliff Notes version so far is here is an x-ray of a healthy ankle. In particular, pay attention to the left image and how closely the two vertical bones - the tibia, which is the big shin bone, and the fibia, which is the smaller one -- come down nice and close at the bottom and form a 'pocket' for the square top of the ankle (talus) to fit into. Well here is my left ankle on the evening of 21 June. Notice how decidedly unclose the bottoms of the tibia and fibia are in order allow the talus to just go barging its way all the fuck up in there. Notice how the fibia is broken into two places. Notice how the bottom corner of what was supposed to be that pocket -- called the medial malleolus -- is kind of sheared off. This past Monday OI had/endured surgery to repair the fractures, and I have been immobile since then. I know that I usually sportscast these things pretty well, but please understand what I can't go too far into the who-what-where-when-why at this time. But when I can, I am very much looking forward to relaying my experience with Ketamine, which I was given by the ER doc before she reduced the dislocation. Let's just say, big fan.
And I fully intended on stumping this a couple of more times but the clock has wound down on me: you still have a few days left to enter to win this $1479.00 FN 15 Tactical Carbine so act quickly!