Week One: “Swallowed, chewed up, and spit out by a bog”
I had no idea that this would be the last photo of my pre-bionic right ankle. The accident occurred minutes later. The ‘break’ occurred on August 7 th while I hiked through a bog. As my foot went into a false-bottom (an area where the moss bed/mat is thin enough to give way to the water below), I felt my right ankle hit something hard, roll, and from what I can describe: it felt like a snap, crackle, and pop. When I pulled myself out of the 6 foot deep false-bottom, I immediately knew that something was wrong. I was able to rotate my foot and lift it pretty easily, but my ankle itself felt very unstable. The simplest way of describing it: “floppy”. "Hey guys...so...I think I just broke my ankle ..." At first I thought it was dislocated, because I had never felt something quite like that sensation before. The entire ordeal involving the accident was pleasantly far-less painful than I had anticipated. I am not sure if that is a result of my self-proclaimed...