Holy Crap. BigB. That sucks. I feel for ya, man. Ankles will fold up under weird circumstances and be very slow to heal. I never did anything that bad, but came close a few times. 1973, two weeks before high school graduation, I cracked a bone in my left ankle while committing a minor act of vandalism (don’t ask). Two months in a walking cast and about three more to get full function. A few years later, while fueling airplanes, I jumped down from the cab of the Jet-A truck and my right foot landed on the 4-inch diameter fuel hose. I watched it turn bottom-up and I think it was about eight or ten weeks in a cast and then limping for a couple more. In 1984 I was dancing at my job-quitting party, and fell off my cowboy boots (not my fault, alcohol was involved), stretching tendons in my left ankle, eight weeks walking cast and many more before I could walk well or bicycle. One evening I was backing down the airstair door of a Falcon biz-jet and slipped off a step. My right foot rolled over and hit steps 3, 2, and 1, and then the concrete hangar floor. Again I watched the sole of my boot turned up at me when I hit. Ten weeks casted and three months with a cane. Just waiting for the next one.
Oh, yeah, Tony, all of these were while wearing fairly heavy over-the-ankle boots, or as stated, cowboys, (the Tony Llama still has a floor burn mark on it).
