#Ankle Injuries

[blogsbyakarsh]

5 FAQs on Foot and Ankle Problems | HEMA

Odds are, we all probably have a buddy with foot or ankle pain, or we might have it ourselves. And ironically,  the internet can be a real maze when you're trying to figure out what to do about it. So, we’ve compiled five frequently asked questions on foot and ankle problems, Dr. Nick Argarakis, our podiatrist at HEMA, gets asked the most. Click here to learn more about it.

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[whatsy0urdream]

Trail Woes: Common Injuries Thru-Hikers Face and How to Prevent Them

Well, well, well, look who’s here! What’s kicking, my adventurous friend? Are you thinking about taking on a thru-hike? You know, hiking is one of the most awe-inspiring experiences one can have, but it’s not all rainbows and unicorns. There are some hurdles you’ll have to cross, and injuries are one of them. Don’t worry, though, I’ve got your back! I’m going to share some of the most common…

[austinkneescooter]

Ankle injuries can take place during exercises, sporting activities, or also while walking. The time taken to recover from ankle injuries depends on the quality of care taken by you. We have mentioned a few great tips below that must be followed by you to make sure timely recovery from different forms of ankle injuries.

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

Woe. Annabeth with biblically accurate chronic pain be upon ye

[valewritessss]

Many people say Annabeth getting dragged into Tartarus by the web around her ankle was a result of her pride but I feel like that was just a mistake?? Like, she didn’t not check her leg because she was sure of herself but because she honestly didn’t realize a web might be wrapped around it. Her ankle was numb from her injury and there were webs everywhere so it’s not that easy to spot. I honestly think it was just a mistake and not her pride

[ginax0916]

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Chris Sturniolo x hurt!gf!reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Chris’s gf’s ankle is broken and he helps her even when she doesn’t need help.

*I got the idea of writing this from their recent Wednesday video where Chris tried to help Matt down the stairs*

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“So what did the doctor say?” My boyfriend Chris asks as I walk back into the waiting room where he waits with his brothers.

“Well if you couldn’t already tell by the boot on my foot, my ankle is broken” I sarcastically say.

“Oh shit. What even happened?” Matt asks.

“My dumbass got on the kitchen counter to reach something from the top shelf and when I jumped down I landed on it wrong and then I heard a crack and well yall know the rest” I sigh limping to them.

“Yo you sure you’re good to walk all the way to the car love?” Chris asks holding me up by my waist.

“Oh by the way y/n it would be good to invest in crutches for the first few days! Forgot to mention that earlier” The doctor says as she walks out into the waiting room to call her next patient.

“Does that answer your question?” I laugh.

We sign the papers I needed to be discharged and both Chris and Matt help me limp back to the car since I refuse to be carried like a baby.

“I’m gonna stop at Walgreens because they sell crutches there I’m pretty sure” Matt says.

“But I don’t want crutches” I sigh for the hundredth time.

“Y/n the doctor literally walked out to tell you that you need crutches. We’re buying them” Nick retorts.

“Fine whatever” I slouch down in defeat.

“Ok we’re here. Y/n stay in the car so you don’t have to walk all the way there. Do you want anything else?” Matt questions.

“Can you get me some nerd gummy clusters please? Oooh and a bottle of raspberry Iced Tea if there is any” I smile.

“Of course kid” Matt smiles back.

“I’ll stay with her in the car” Chris says.

“Alright just don’t be making out once we get back” Nick rolls his eyes as he closes the door.

“How you feel ma? Does it hurt?” Chris asks and rubs my thigh.

“I’m okay. And no it doesn’t hurt it feels fine actually” I say.

“Alright then that’s good” I nod in agreement.

“So how am I meant to fuck you with your broken ankle”

“Chris! Why is that your first concern” I laugh.

“I literally asked if it hurt 2 seconds ago!” He lifts his hands in defense.

“Wow makes such a difference Christopher” I slap his arm.

“See! Fucking you was not my first concern initially” He points his finger at me laughing.

“Yea but it was your second which is insane” I giggle.

“Come on don’t act like it wasn’t yours” He smiles sheepishly.

“Oh shut up Chris” I laugh again.

“Oh good you’re both decent” Nick says startling us as he opens the car door.

“Come on we aren’t that immature Nick” Chris says.

“Oh trust me you are Christopher” Nick pats him on the shoulder.

“What’s with people and calling me Christopher today damn” Chris turns back around in his seat.

“Y/n I got you the ice tea you wanted and along with the candy. And unfortunately they were out of stock of crutches so they let us order them online so they should arrive in like 2-3 days” Matt comments as he gets in the car handing me my stuff.

“Thanks Matt” I say. “I can go 2-3 days without walking I’m sure” I chuckle.

“I can just carry you around” Chris speaks up.

“What a delight” I sarcastically say.

“Oh come don’t act like you don’t already ask me to carry you around because you’re too lazy” He says slightly offended by my joke.

“I’m joking baby of course I don’t mind being carried around by you” I giggle.

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“I’m gonna go pick up Canes for dinner is that good with you guys?” Matt yells from the garage.

“Yes that’s perfect thanks Matt!” I yell back.

“Wait I wanna come with you I’m bored and you always get my order wrong any way” Nick says while running down the stairs to join Matt.

“See ya guys!” Nick says.

“Bye Nick!” Both Chris and I say back.

“So what do you wanna do mama?” Chris asks, sitting down on the couch with me.

“I’m not sure. What is there to do?” I turn my body to be facing Chris and I lay my head of the cushions behind me.

“We could watch a movie, watch YouTube, play a board game or just talk. Whatever you want baby” Chris says, grabbing both my legs and draping them over his lap careful to not hurt my ankle.

“Ummm I’m not sure. But I have to pee” I say getting up. Slightly wincing at the pain of my foot touching the ground.

“C’mere” Chris mumbles, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the bathroom.

“Thank you Chrissy” I kiss him on the cheek.

“You’re welcome and don’t call me that again” He laughs.

“Can you take my pants off for me please?” I pout.

“Oh now you’re just being a baby. Your hands work perfectly fine” Chris rolls his eyes.

“Fine me the injured person who could die any second will pull her owns pants down god” I dramatically say.

“Oh shut up and go to the bathroom babe” Chris says walking out of the bathroom laughing.

As I finish I limp into the kitchen where Chris leans against the counter.

“Hey you’re not meant to be walking you should’ve called me” Chris says picking me up and setting me on the countertop.

“I swear I’m okay love” I smile cupping his cheeks.

“Yea well the boot on your foot says otherwise” He says and grabs my waist pulling me into a warm hug.

“I love your hugs” I say nuzzling closer into him.

“And I love hugging you” He mumbles, kissing my cheek.

“Can we go to your room and watch a movie while Nick and Matt get back?” I politely ask.

“Of course we can ma” Chris smiles helping me down from the counter.

“Alright c’mon I’ll carry you down the stairs baby” He comments as he bends down ready to pick me up.

“No wait I want to do it myself” I shake my head.

“Babe the doctor said you had to be in crutches you most definitely can’t go down the stairs by yourself” Chris sighs annoyed at my stubbornness.

“Please baby? I swear I can do it” I give him my best puppy eyes to convince him.

“No don’t look at me like that ma you know I’m gonna cave” Chris covers his face with his hands.

“I’m taking that as a yes” I giggle.

“But I will be right behind you and I’m going to pick you up the second I see you stumble understood?” Chris sternly says.

“Yes I understand” I smile.

I step one foot on the first step and then the next, grabbing tightly onto the rail I limp my way down to the 4th step. Only about 15 left oh god. I thought I could do it but it hurts really bad. There’s a stinging pain on my ankle every time I step. It’s bringing tears to my eyes. But I don’t want Chris to think that I’m weak and I can’t do it. But god does it hurt. It’s getting obvious that I can’t do it, I whimper in pain every time step, tears threatening to fall. I bring my hand up to wipe my eyes but I also stepped at the same time. I lose my balance and almost fall but Chris catches me. Oh fuck.

“Hey hey I got you, you’re ok” Chris picks me up bridal style and goes the rest of the way down to his room with me in his arms. My head resting on the crook of his next softly crying. I’m not even sure if it’s because of embarrassment or pain, maybe both.

He sets be down on the edge of the bed and kneels in front of me.

“What’s wrong baby, why’re you crying that pretty makeup away hm?” Chris sweetly asks, moving my hair out of my face.

“I just- I didn’t want you to think I was weak and couldn’t do it myself” I quietly replied with my voice cracking.

“Oh baby you’re not weak. You just have a literal broken ankle. Asking for help sometimes is never being weak ok? I will never ever judge you for anything especially not being able to go down the stairs with a broken ankle. I’m always here for you ma” Chris comforts me, rubbing my arms soothingly.

“Thank you Chris” I smile leaning it to hug him.

“I love you” He kisses my cheek, hugging me back.

“Who wants Canes!!” Matt yells from the top of the stairs.

“You gonna let me carry you now mama?” He laughs as he picks me up, my legs going around his waist carefully with my ankle.

“Took you guys long enough! I’m starving” Chris laughs.

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[myauditionfordrphil]

Saw this online and holy shit I cannot even comprehend how one cay say stuff like this. According to this person eating beef is worse than rape or as he says "surprise sex". It's horrifying how they think that a person who they assumed ate beef because of their appearance or religion deserved to be mob lynched but someone who brutally raped and killed a girl deserves less punishment. There is no comparison between the two situations... it's crazy how anonymity gives people the idea that they can get away with saying or doing anything.

And I'm not saying that you should go ahead and kill animals for no reason, everybody have their own eating preferences and you can't shame one for theirs. But if you really think that eating beef is a bigger sin that rape then you're a danger to society.

[everywaythatmatters]

Turnip Outfits

[benjitoum]

This shot is from Mexico pride a few years ago. The guy in the cast actually helped paint a rainbow street crossing, like they have in West Hollywood and some other cities.

[littlemagicalstardust]

FIRST SUMMARY OF CLOSE UP W/ RENEE PAQUETTE & CHUCK *RE: Chuck's Injury The injury with Chuck happened on his last match (in-ring) on Rampage in October. He goes in describing how someone fell on it and it was Chuck's fault, not the other guy. When he went to the doctor, they believed it was a bruised talus and some ligament damage. Originally thought he could rehab it and be okay. Chuck did rehab but unfortunately it didn't get better and he went back to the doctor and they said he'd need surgery. --- --- --- Later into the video, he does mention how he can get surgery and once he heals from that, hopefully reassess. Chuck is keeping hope that one day he might be able to return, just like the many others who were hit with injuries that were career ending. So his career in-ring is just on a pause right now. There is a possibility he might get to return one day! He has no pain, it doesn't hurt much and he's able to walk fine. He wears the ankle brace/support everyday which helps him. If the parking lot match was the last one ever, he couldn't ask for a better ending. Fighting with Trent, having Orange involved and Kris too. Getting to finally say "shit" on tv and getting his dog on tv. He's been working backstage helping produce and loves it. He would also love to be a manager or on commentary! <3 As for surgery, it's not planned yet. He's waiting until after summer. He wants to get more comfortable producing and doing things backstage. He doesn't want to learn a bit and then leave for time and come back to it.

[aceofwhump]

Jamie Tartt injured in Ted Lasso 3x11

[stealingyourbones]

I tried to bike yesterday and came back with less skin than before I biked :(

[millerflintstone]

Unfriendly and I went for a walk this morning and I completely ate it. I looked up for a couple of seconds instead of at the sidewalk, hit a raised part and eventually fell forward. I caught my balance somewhat so I didn't fall as hard as I would've initially. My palms are a bit sore but no scrapes. My left knee got a little scraped through my pants. The pants didn't tear though. What got weirdly injured is the middle toe on my left knee. It looked more purple than it did in the urgent care.

It's not broken. My toe and knee were x-rayed. With me being on estradiol now for estrogen levels I wasn't sure how affected my bones may be.

I do hurt but at least I'm not anxious about it anymore. And I'm okay.

It wouldn't be me if I didn't hurt myself in some way in a new state.

[i-eat-worlds]

Starcross Chapter 7

Almost forgot to post this lol

content: medical whump, conditioned whumpee, fear of punishment, bandage changes, angst, injured ankle

Free Space, AFS Starcross, 5/5/4763

Together, Oka and Ziar were able to get Kim back on the bed. They apologized profusely the whole time, but they were otherwise calm. No biting or scratching, only some tears. She decided that was a win.

Their ankle didn’t look worse than it had before, still swollen and dark purple. Kim was unnervingly quiet as they took off the splint and poked at it. Even though she tried to handle it gently, it still had to hurt.

After making sure that their ankle wasn’t any worse off than it had been, she re-splinted it and set it back down on the bed. When she reached to pull the blanket back down over their feet, they suddenly jolted, gasping for breath while their eyes went wide. Ziar’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you alright, Kim?”

They seemed to shy away from her. “Unit KM-4682 is experiencing electrical discharges from its myelolumbar cybernetic implant.”

The damn implants were malfunctioning. That would be fun to bring up to another doctor. “Alright. How often does this happen?”

She could see the concentration on Kim’s face while they formulated an answer. “It doesn’t know, ma’am.”

“That’s okay.” She keeps her face relaxed and friendly. “How many times has it happened since you’ve been here.”

“Five? Maybe eight?” Their voice was shaky. “Unit KM-4682 was not instructed to keep track.”

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. There's no wrong answers,” she said.

Kim looked at her, unbelieving. They seemed uncertain. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ziar smiled a little bit. She hadn’t been called ma’am in ages, but especially not in Yeran. For a brief moment, she thought about telling them they didn’t have to use it, but that would probably only make them more distressed. “Besides the shocks, does anything else hurt? Do you have any numbness or tingling anywhere?”

They shook their head. “No, ma’am.”

She could tell that they were simply trying to guess what she wanted to hear, instead of saying what they were actually feeling. “It’s okay if you’re in pain. If you are, I want to know.”

Kim swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “Unit KM-4682 is experiencing discomfort in its ankle, lower back, and neck.”

“Alright.” Their eyes flickered down as Ziar spoke. “I’d like to look at your back, if that’s okay.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kim started to roll off their back, wincing as the movement agitated their broken ribs.

Ziar grabbed a pillow. “Here, this’ll make it more comfortable.” Hesitantly, they took the pillow, wiggling it between their body and the bed for extra padding.

While they got comfortable, Ziar pulled open the drawers at the bottom of the bed, pulling out two packages of sterile gloves and two extra DF packs. The ones in the packs were always too small for her. “I’m going to start with your neck, alright?” The sanitizing gel burned at a hangnail as she rubbed it over her hands.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kim’s voice was quiet, resigned. Ziar unfastened the first couple closures on the back of the gown, revealing the entirety of the implant.

She started to open the pack, setting the bag aside as a trash can and placing the pack on the bedside table. She pulled the flap on the far side open before doing the others. Using two fingers, she pulled a drape off the top of the pack, grasping its outer edges so she didn’t contaminate it.

Kim was perfectly, worryingly still as she peeled open the package of gloves and carefully pulled them on. The process of preparing the pack was familiar, peeling open the dermafibran and setting the sample cup to the side. She took the forceps in her hand. “I’m going to peel the old DF off. Sorry if the tools are cold.”

Kim didn’t react at all, with the exception of a quietly mumbled. “Yes, ma’am.” Ziar wondered if they said anything else.

Carefully, she slid one side of the forceps under the dermafibran, then slowly began to peel it back, revealing the implants. It didn’t look much better than it had the night before, still red and puffy. The dermafibran had turned a different color, indicating that it had been doing its job.

She dropped the old covering into the trash, then looked closer. A rivulet of pus was coming from the wound, and Ziar sighed internally. If only Yera’s surgeons could actually do their fucking jobs when they were experimenting on people’s fucking spinal cords.

Kim inched as she collected a sample of the discharge for culture. They had gone distant, and the contact had brought them back. “How’re you doing Kim? I’m nearly done with this one.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Kim spoke. “It is functional, ma’am.” Their voice was wobbly.

“Okay.” She started to recover the wound, pressing the fresh, hazy blue sheet of dermabran over the implant. “Does your neck hurt?”

“A little bit, ma’am.”

Ziar set the sample to the side, collected her trash, and peeled her gloves off. “Alright. I still need to change the DF on your back, but I know it isn’t very comfortable for you. Do you want to wait for a little while before I do that, or do it right now?”

Kim didn’t say anything, seemingly frozen still. Finally, they spoke. “Unit KM-4682 finds that either would be permissible.” A carefully neutral statement.

She wasn’t going to get anywhere with them like this. It was going to be a tough conversation, but it probably needed to happen sooner rather than later.

“Kim,” she started, tone gentle. “Can you turn around to face me?” They complied, slowly rolling back onto their back. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m not mad at you, but I think it would be good for us to talk, okay?” Kim stayed quiet, eyes downcast. “I know this is scary, and that’s okay. You don’t know me, and I don’t know what’s happened to you.”

They nodded silently, breaths quickening.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m not going to,” she continued, reaching over to move the table out of the way. They started to pick at their fingernails, pointer finger ramming into their thumb. “That is not going to happen to you here, alright. Ever.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She could hear the shake in their voice. Tears were welling up in their eyes, just about to fall.

“I want to help you, alright. To do that, I need to know what you honestly think and feel, even if you think I won’t like it.” Kim blinked their eyes, trying to prevent the tears from falling. “It’s important, because you deserve to be safe, and I can’t help you with that if I don’t know what's wrong.” It grated at her, having to speak like this, making them afraid like this, but it needed to happen. “It’s okay if this feels weird, or if you have questions. Do you understand what I’m saying, Kim?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The tears were owing freely as they pushed the blanket away and pulled the gown up, revealing their electrowhip scar flecked upper thighs. Kim looked up at them, ghting to keep their expression blank. “Unit KM-4682 understands and is ready for correction, ma’am.”

Oh. Oh-no.

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[thesummerstorms]

Still not quite over how Annabeth broke her ankle in Mark of Athena before falling into Tartarus

and then in Tartarus in House of Hades she has nightmares about Thalia dying

and it's revealed that Luke had to carry her away while Thalia fought and died because she had injured her ankle then too.

You cannot tell me that broken ankle doesn't become a fixture of non-prophetic nightmares moving forward.