I believe, out of the shitload of times that I have broken bones in my life, this weekend was the first leg bone. A double break in the right fibula. Just above where the top of my boot would be.
I was camping and had to make a phone call. Walked away from the fire in the dark and no joke, slipped in a mud puddle. Really loud snap, muddy and soaking wet. Didn’t feel like packing up all of the gear so I just said ‘screw it’ and hung out for a bit then laid down in the tent. Came home the next day and said “screw it, I’ll do it tomorrow”. Finally went today and got x-rays and a half cast.
All it did was remind me of how insane the medical system is in the United States. I had to go to a place to have an X-ray done, so that I can make an appointment to another place to get a cast put on it.