Breaking my ankle while roller skating on the Bob Jones Trail really put a pin in my plans.
I always knew strapping eight wheels on my feet would eventually warrant a cast. Given my aspirations that I outlined in my last column, I was fated to sprain, tear, dislocate, or fracture something from the start. I would have been wise to add any of these to my list of future quad skating endeavors.
However, I had no idea that an injury could result in ankle surgery on my birthday, complete with a metal plate, five screws and a charcuterie board made up of medical grade drugs. Not to mention the fact that I was turning 26, meaning my insurance was due to drop me in a weekâ€™s time.
After the initial shock of tearing a ligament, fracturing my tibia and breaking my fibula wore off, the sheer stupidity of snapping my ankle while slowly attempting to turn around set in. Thereâ€™s no gory or wildly impressive story accompanied with my projected three months of pain and discomfort, just a fluke accident wrapped in ace bandages and topped with Vicodin every six hours as needed.
The past few weeks have been a blur of doctorâ€™s appointments, sleep deprivation and Disney+. Iâ€™ve tried my best to ignore the intermittent throbbing in my ankle, as well as the fact that sleeping on my back with my foot elevated is swiftly plummeting me into a madness that canâ€™t be remedied by pain pills.
But what I canâ€™t get off my mind is the persistent and burning desire to get out and skate.
When I initially broke my ankle, I was convinced that my feet would never see the inside of a roller skate again. But my surgery came and went, and I slowly began to heal in more ways than one.Â
I spent two weeks sulking and closing myself off to the skating community, yet I couldnâ€™t help but feel a little weak-minded for metaphorically hanging up my roller skates after my first fall. After all, the roller skating community has deep roots and rich history, and Iâ€™m certainly not the first to sustain a temporarily life-changing injury.
After mourning the loss of my ability to perform everyday tasks like shower, drive and walk up the stairs at my leisure, I started to pick myself back up (non weight bearing, of course). With the help of the roller skating subreddit and its archive of testimonials from fallen skaters, I gradually began to rewire and reset.
I am currently two weeks post-op, and I have a long road of physical therapy between me and skating again. For now, Iâ€™m tabling my more extreme ambitions of park skating and roller derby, and replacing them with a more modest goal of merely putting my skates on again.