When I landed on that railroad tie at the bottom of the stairs, past experience told me it wasn't just soft tissue. Something broke. 30 minutes from home and down a dirt trail. ... shook it off and saddled up for the slow pain peddle home. still had to pick up my daughter before driving myself to Kaiser. the walk to the emergency room wasn't pretty. suspicions confirmed, the fractured fibula didn't seem to need casting. all I wanted was a wrap and a cane and go. tried to escape twice, caught both times.
now are crutches better than a cane? they make you look more hurt than debilitated, but canes you can collect in a basket at the front with your umbrellas.
Well, there goes the season. If it matters, worlds are still a possibility.