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Ouch. Friday, March 17 2006, 1:55 AM I believe this is what the Germans refer to as "das ankle kaputten":
However, this does nothing to prove Phil's belief that the Germans still love David Hasselhoff.
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AG :: 03/17/2006, 1:58 pm :: Reply
Maybe something here will help, I ordered some stuff from them: http://footsmart.com/ShopByCondition.aspx?ailmentId=60
Mike Neir :: 03/17/2006, 2:30 pm :: Reply
I'm sure not stepping on ankle-eating rocks would help me too... :)
uncle brad :: 03/17/2006, 3:09 pm :: Reply
dude - you're sprained; maybe worse. You need R.I.C.E. - Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation. Take 3 200mg every 6 hours; lots of water. Do it. Post an updated picture by Monday. If you don't feel relief in 48 hours or it gets worse, go to Emergency for x-ray.
Mike Neir :: 03/17/2006, 3:30 pm :: Reply
I've been soaking it in cold water when I can muster it. It has been feeling better, but not 100% obviously. I don't think it's a huge deal really. It doesn't feel any different than when I sprained my ankles the other 20 times... :)
uncle brad :: 03/17/2006, 3:10 pm :: Reply
(oops) - thats 3 200 mg of Motrin. do it now.
Mike Neir :: 03/17/2006, 3:32 pm :: Reply
I've been hitting it with ibuprofen... that's all I've got.
Matt :: 03/20/2006, 11:06 am :: Reply
Ouch. What a lame way to hurt your ankle... if I were you, I'd change your story. Say you hurt it roundhouse kicking college mascots in the face or something... That does suck though, hope it gets better.
Mike Neir :: 03/25/2006, 12:35 am :: Reply
That's a good idea. I think I'll say that it happened while fighting Chuck Norris. That way it'll make me seem totally awesome because I fought Chuck Norris and made it out alive. 
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Man, all that from a rock? Must have been some rock. That looks painful, I feel for you.
Yah, the bastard was about as big around as a golf ball, and about twice as long. It was the perfect shape to tear my ankle up, and was in the perfect position - the long axis was right in line with my stride. Now if I wasn't a dumbass and was looking where I was walking, I would have seen this fine ankle-killing specimen, and avoided it.