David Chiu

Well I’m not scarred, but that MTV show was the first thought second thought I had after I suddenly found myself on my ass staring up at the night sky with my ankle feeling like it was on fire. And I don’t even have a cool story to tell such as “I was trying to do a 360 fakie off my roof and in mid-air I knew I was in trouble.” No. My story is “I was taking out the trash and on my way back from the trashcan I stepped off the cement into a shallow dip in my yard and suddenly found myself on my ass staring into the night sky with my right ankle on fire”. Fast forward to today where I had to hop on one foot from upstairs to downstairs to the car to the medical plaza building to the elevator down the hall to the doctors office through the hallway of examination rooms to an exam room where the doctor said I needed an x-ray, so I hopped down another hallway all the way down to the x-ray room and then back to my exam room to the check out counter, back down the hallway to the elevator through the lobby and back to the car. Turns out my ankle was not broken but the doctor suggested that I see the podiatrist that afternoon. So a couple hours later I had to do all that hopping back to the doctors office to be examined a second time - this time with a podiatrist. It didn’t take long for the podiatrist to conclude that I had torn some ligaments in my ankle and needed an MRI to determine how many ligaments I had torn. If I had torn all 3 then I would need surgery. In the meantime I was going to be given a special boot and a electro therapy device to help heal and manage pain. WELL it turns out that they RAN OUT of the boots AND crutches because there were 3 other people with sprained ankles today. So TOMORROW I have to hop my ass back to the doctors office to get my boot and schedule my MRI.

How crazy is that? In the middle of doing something so freakin mundane I happen to hurt myself pretty bad.

Crazy.