You know what I hate? I know how to walk. I’ve been doing it since I was practically a baby. So howcome every so often, I walk down a step and my foot turns sideways and I nearly break my ankle?
I can only believe that it is my foot doing it deliberately, because walking is an unconscious feat (no pun intended) at this point.
It is of only minimal comfort to me that I did not, indeed, break my ankle, that I only twisted it, because I am sitting here typing this with one leg up and iced and, well, hurting. No, it really isn’t that bad, but I am a firm believer in icing things that hurt to make them hurt less, especially if they may swell and bruise. Preventive medicine and I are old pals.
I have a friend who refuses to ice bumps and bruises because she hates ice. This friend is also a nurse, and I cannot comprehend that someone who knows exactly what the difference minimal icing makes refuses to do it because it doesn’t feel good. But then, we all have our quirks. I don’t like eating mushy foods.
In any case. Razzafrazzarazzafrazza. My ankle will be fine, if a bit sore, by tomorrow, but y’know, my feet are supposed to know what they’re doing by now.
Stupid foot.
I had a similar problem years ago. The only real answer is to strengthen the ankle muscles. No, you won’t get thick ankles.
Anything from going up and down on your toes or some Nautilus type machine should do it.
Good luck.
The shoes did it!
Humm…are you certain that Tig and Gracie didn’t put in a trip wire to, well, trip you?
I have that problem too. In my case I’m pretty sure it stems from having broken that ankle as a child; some things, once broken, are simply never “as good as new.” Luckily, when I reinjure the ankle (usually about once every 18-36 months) it has not resulted in another breakage, but a few days of selling, pain & limping around. And at least once or twice a year I’m able to catch myself in mid-ankletwist, removing weight from the ankle as I stumble forward, thereby preventing the unwanted reinjury. But as we say: let that be our worst problem!
happens to me, also, often enough to be horrible and yet, not in any way often enough to be, like, predictable. And of course, occasionally turns into a full-blown twist or sprain.