The ankle is healing. It was a little worse than originally thought which means that surgery may be in my future. I evaluated my chances of being drafted this year into the NFL and after talking to my agent, I decided that there is no rush for surgery.
It hurts an awful lot. The good news is that the Swede-O brace really limits the movement but it doesn’t help with keeping the swelling down. I can make it until about 2:00 p.m. most days until the swelling starts and brings the pain along. Once I get home, I am off my feet and as long as I stay off it, I seem to make it okay.
It still is a bruised and discolored mess. If I am indoors, it is bearable to walk on but if I am outside in the uneven snow and ice, the sideways pressure is still quite painful. I have a high pain tolerance but I can’t comprehend how players like Dwight Freeney go out and play with a third degree sprain. I know it’s taped and I know there is probably a good chance it is frozen solid before going out there but still, it must be overwhelmingly painful for them.
Then again, maybe $10 million or so a year that players like Freeney get takes away some of the of the pain.
I have a suspicion that the $10M pay places the sportsmen and women on a treadmill that they cannot leave, and forces them to push themselves harder and harder against a wall of pain and surgery. Having money also brings responsibilities and choices that relative poverty does not, and making wrong choices can ruin a life that might have been a happy struggle if they’d stayed ‘poor’.
It’s always nice to be comfortable, of course, until God comes along and sticks his foot out to trip out of our complacency.
And on the back of that (distracted by a phone call mid-post.
Hope the ankle heals OK for you.