About 3 years ago fully pregnant with my 3rd son I was waddling out of the grocery store from a late night chocolate run when an errant rock got in my way. Down I went. I for sure thought my ankle was broken but thought enhhh I'll wait till morning to go to the emergency room. I guess I thought the god awful pain would go away miraculously over night. In the morning when I had to crawl on my hands and knees to get around I finally thought "fine whatever I'll go to the doctor". After x-rays and hospitalization for very low blood pressure it turned out, that no, in fact I did not have a broken ankle, just a sprain.
Fast forward 1 year, to Colony Days, a yearly summer celebration, to me careening around the town square towards some live goats that we had to go see and WHAM! turn my ankle in a small little hole. It hurts, like hell, but I am not going to the doctor because 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me' mentality won't let me. OK no one ever said I was the brightest light on the block, right? So that sprain, was actually a real honest to god fracture, that I kept on walking on, running on, hiking on, playing badmitton on and generally doing everything on.
Fast forward 2 more years to me saying hmmm my 'sprained ankle' still hurts. I wonder whats really wrong? Why does it still hurt? And of course it's because it's broken. Or was. Or was and still has a chip floating around in there, somewhere. That's where I am now, looking at surgery to remove said evil chip off my own body. And since I'll be off my feet for a week to 10 days the doctor is going to fix a small bunion, too. Yes, I am a charming creature and you came here especially to hear about my feet.