What it Feels Like to Break Your Tibula

When you wake up, you get ready for work. You put on a nicer, less comfortable pair of shoes, and you look at them. Then you grab another pair of black sneakers and bring them with you. You work from early in the morning until 1pm, it's rather uneventful. Then you drive back to the office and home. You start to park in a spot, and a man prevents you. He yells, "I'm waiting for someone!" This frustrates you, but you decide that it's probably just better to just park somewhere else. So you do. Then you collect the lunch, the bags, and the stuff and cross the street. You see that cars will be coming and in your nervousness jog across the street. Then you keep on jogging because it's raining. Five steps later you slip, attempt to catch yourself on a wet metal grate with slippery shoes and get no traction. You find yourself on the pavement, wet and in the rain. You hear a crack, and it hurts. You're unable to breathe, it's raining and you're on the ground. You pray that it's not broken, "god, please don't let my leg be broken".

You somehow collect yourself but when you attempt to put weight on it you know that it's broken. It's a challenge to hobble the rest of the block around the building and you're still praying that you don't hurt it worse.