When I broke my ankle, the doctor told me I was going to need surgery.
I had not just broken the bone, but toward all the ligaments and tendons attached to the ankle joint.
Before I go into surgery, I had to have a code the test done. They sent us to a mobile COVID-19 testing unit that was set up in the parking lot of the hospital. Since I had no reason to go to the hospital other than when I broke my ankle, I had never been to the mobile COVID-19 testing unit. We pulled up in line, and were told to stay in our cars. When we got up to the front of the mobile COVID-19 testing unit, a nurse came out. She dressed in her white outfit and had a mask plus a plastic cover over her face. She motioned for me to roll the window down and put her swab at my nose. Although I felt like she was trying to reach my tonsils, it wasn’t as bad as some people made it out to sound. Once she walked away from the window, I was told to roll it up and continue moving on. Three days later, they called me to give me the results of Michael the 19th test, which was negative. I was okay to go into surgery the next day. That was possibly the longest week of my entire life as I crawled into the car with a broken ankle and only a plastic balloon like boot to keep my ankle mobile. The pain was excruciating, and until after the surgery, the doctor did not want to give me any kind of pain medicine. Even after the surgery the anything they gave me was acetaminophen.