![]() ![]() I was in the back of the car, on my back, with my knees bent, and holding both feet in the air. Scott, only steps ahead of me, heard the POP POP POP of three different bones and rushed over, pulled me off the ground, and got me into the car. I knew something was acutely wrong when I looked at my left ankle and saw a bone attempting to pop out of my skin. While my body was contorting and trying to correct herself from the right ankle sprain, I fell badly on the left. Not a moment later I heard a cracking popping sound, and I was down for the count. Barely 50 yards from the car and walking on a dirt path that was rocky and uneven, I took a bad step and sprained my right ankle. We were heading to a cliff that offered a stunning view of the surrounding area and a chance to see dolphins, sea lions or sea otters. A fresh, clear, and cool Santa Cruz evening prepared us for what was expected to be a gorgeous sunset. On JScott and I were walking to the beach to watch the sunset. Little did I know that having a dislocated talus for two days was a bad thing… A friend reminded me how this event now gives an entirely new meaning to the Trip in Tripulation. Hence, arriveth, Me and My Trimalleolar: a Life-changing Tripulation. ![]() I’ve called this blog Travels and Tripulations and never before realized that my pretend word Tripulation could be anything other than a travel story. Write in the comments section any questions you have. If you are here reading this post, I will assume you’re dealing with or have dealt with a Trimalleolar. ![]()
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