I read yesterday that amputees mourn the loss of a limb as if it were a spouse. That surprised me. But now that I think about it, as much as this ankle has hurt me over the last three years, not having it after 31 years of life is going to be a shock to the system. After all, it wasn't my ankle's fault that it got crushed with a head-on collision with a tree. It was my awesome snowboarding skills that did that.
My bad, ankle.
I decided that with the seven days I have left with this ankle, I should try to do my best to remember it by documenting it with my camera. I recently borrowed a macro lense from a friend to get some close-up shots of the ankle scars. Here are a few up-close photos of the ankle landscape.
The scar at the bottom is from this wound from 2010. There are actually three scars in this photo. There's another one above the huge dimple. The one on the bottom right of the picture is from the fracture blister right after the accident.
This scar is from two incisions in the same spot. Here's the first one a few days after the surgery in March 2010.
You can't tell from this picture, but the malleolus is full of cracks and valleys.
This is The Friendship Scar, named after the fact that I went on a snowboarding trip to Breckenridge without inviting some old ski buddies. In other words, I deserved this!
It's weird to say it, but in a way I'm going to miss this ankle. Primarily because I'm used to it being there. This morning I drove into work using my left foot on the gas and brake pedals. I've been practicing this for the last month. Halfway there I got tired of reaching over with my left foot so I decided to switch back to the right. After next week, I won't have the luxury of switching back to normal after getting uncomfortable. I'll be permanently stuck with my left foot for the rest of my life.
That's very surreal to write.