![]() 03/21/2017 at 09:14 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I was driving in heavy traffic when some idiot decided to cut over at the last second to make a turn, causing the four or so cars in front of me to slam their brakes. I did the same aaaaannnd I think I sprained my ankle.
In all fairness, I’ve fractured both of my ankles before and didn’t go to the hospital, so they’re kind of wonky anyway.
On the plus side, I replaced the brake pads and discs just last week, so they’ve already paid for themselves.
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Walk it off bro
![]() 03/21/2017 at 09:27 |
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That’s how I ended up with fluid in both of my ankles!
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Sorry, Steve, that leg’s gonna have to come off...
![]() 03/21/2017 at 09:29 |
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Oh.
How about ankle rotations and a massage?
![]() 03/21/2017 at 09:31 |
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Sure, thanks!
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You only get one body bro you need to take care of your bendy bits.
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I’m generally pretty fit and healthy, but I still have my share of mid-30s “old man” experiences just to keep me in check:
I got bursitis in my elbow from leaning on my desk at work. It was like a fluid-filled golf ball under the skin and took a month to go away. If you just say “bursitis” to people, it’s like you’re 80 years old.
I fell off a log in the woods a couple months ago and landed with my full weight on my shoulder and hip. Hip was fine. Shoulder is still semi-borked.
Don’t even get me started on pooping. I remember taking it for granted, now it’s like a strategic plan with my diet.
![]() 03/21/2017 at 10:04 |
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I got in my car last night after work feeling fine, got out after getting home and my left knee hurt.
Fuck you, body.
![]() 03/21/2017 at 10:23 |
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That sucks.
Maybe this will cheer you up.
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My joints are all clicky and janky from the combination of all the lifting I do and living in Wisconsin where it’s cold and the air is dry for a good several months out of the year. All the jankiness quickly went away on my recent tropical vacation and came right back within a day of being home. Which means at the ripe old age of 34 I’m seriously considering taking this stuff: