And the verdict is........ITS BROKEN

Well, I think I've decided we should change the name of our blog to "Checketts in the Slow lane" or "Checketts, A Medical HIstory Fiasco." I'm partial to the second personally. We know how much you all love seeing our injuries and closeups.

Dayna typically writes these blog entries but I thought I would jump in on the action considering I'm flat on my back with little to do. It turns out that the black and blue ankle previously posted was black and blue for a reason. After hobbling around on it for a week with no dramatic improvement in the "sprain" I decided to swallow my pride and get an X-ray. The doctor's reaction to the x-ray was priceless. He came in asked me to jump up on the butcher paper and started touching my ankle, asking if it hurt. I said it was certainly tender on the outside, but the pain was bearable. To which he responded "Well, its broken, and broken bad I think you are going to need surgery." Turns out I didn't break my ankle but broke my fibula (the smaller of the two leg bones). So needless to say, after several "second opinions" I decided to go under the knife yesterday.

Here's my x-ray of the broken bone. Sweet, no?



Thanks to a good anesthesiologist and some percocet I am doing just fine. I will let Dayna blog about the whole surgery process. She was more coherent than I was during the process.

Thanks for all your concern, prayers, and love. I welcome any and all chocolate chip cookies and any other sympathy gifts you can think of--A Hires Big H doesn't sound bad either.

-Nate