When I were bein' 18 I destroyed me ankle playin' basketball at Whitehall Camp, on a dead man's chest! It’s ne'er been th' same since that day. This past Monday I finally got it fixed, I'll warrant ye. Since th' ligaments were all stretched out and detached, me podiatrist (Dr. Prepare to be boarded! Walk the plank! Stanley Bosta) used a tendon in me heel fer th' repair. The ornery cuss passed it through a hole in me ankle bone and looped it back on itself t' tighten up th' ridiculously loose ankle o' mine.
Here are some disgustin' pictures o' th' aftermath, I'll warrant ye. These pictures are four days post-surgery.