Talk about ouch

So last night I was running and I turned a corner and that was when I heard the loudest pop. It was my ankle. Not just any ankle. The one that I keep injuring. It is the one that I broke the growth plate when I was a Freshman in high school. That one came from jumping on the trampoline with two male cousins at our grandparents 51 wedding anniversary. Of course I wasn't allowed to go to the ER until every last guest was gone. By then my cankle was humongeous!!!!!!!!! Think about the size of a canteloup. The x-rays hurt I wanted to kill the tech because they would move it in the most awkward of positions to x-ray it. Then they would ask the stupidest question on earth, "does that hurt?" Well let me kick you really really really hard and then ask you. Of course it did. Did my saying ow that hurts mean nothing? Got out of PE for 3 weeks. Anywho, back on track. The second time I fell off a ladder. I missed that last step. Mistake #1 going up on it in the first place. Mistake #2 wearing sandals. Mistake #3 wearing my glasses. I missed that last step and when I was on the ground our 250 pound Saint Bernard thought I was on the ground to play with him. Not very polite words flew out of my mouth at 10am on a Saturday. So I have come to the conclusion that this ankle needs to either be replaced or chopped off. All I am saying is that I am tired of injuring this particular ankle.