So I'm sitting on my couch, it's Tuesday night and I just finished a few double deckers and the always delicious and reasonably priced steak gordita from TacoHell.
Tuesday happens to be me and my co-workers weekly co-ed flag football game. A great time for anyone that likes competitive sports. But this particular Tuesday night my delicious taco's had done me wrong. My tummy was in knots. I was gassy...bloated and my knee hurt from a previous injury iceskating. I really considered sitting this one out, so I took a nap. "RING RING" The phone; its mom. "Hey mom, how goes it? Have a game tonight but I was napping your call woke me and now I have to get ready to go. Almost missed the game shucks.
30 seconds on the clock and we need a touchdown to score. My quarterback throws a pass to the front corner of the endzone. I reach out and snag the ball from the air. I twist my body and make a sprinting dive for the goalline. Bam! I crash to the ground, bringing another my size with me. We're a tangled mess. I realize for a second something isn't right with my leg. Perhaps just another sprained ankle. My adrenaline is pumping, I stand up. NOpe definately not a sprain. I gimp the sidelines and put a cold water bottle on it. A teammate offers up and ace wrap which I gladly use. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as you would think. But its at this time I take the time to analyize my injury a little more closely. I'm pretty sure its the achilles...DAmn.
I drive myself homek and have a few beers keeping it wrapped, I go to work the next day before being talked into going to a doctor. Good thing I do.
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