Here it goes for me again. For the 4th time in 9 years, I have a broken bone as a result of a bike-related mishap. It's getting irritating, but I'll be d*mn*d if I'm gonna quit riding. This one has been a tragicomedy, though. No impact like the others; I put a foot down to catch a slide-out on a patch of road ice that stretched all the way across the pavement; the left foot did NOT fold over, catch on a jagged piece, or anything. But the sudden tension of my leg flexing up to arrest the slide made something SNAP! inside my ankle. Since I could squeeze it with no extra discomfort, and still had full range of motion, I tended to agree with the VA medics, who discerned no break in the x-rays the day of. Today was exactly four weeks since it happened, and since I was dissatisfied with my progress, I went back yesterday for a follow-up. After some rather intense words with the crew over there, I got another set of x-rays, a cane to help with keeping the weight off the ankle, and a dirty look from the NP. Two hours after I got back home, I got a phone call: "We're leaving a special boot in the ER for you to come pick up, because we found a healing break in your x-rays." I've been walking (well, hobbling and limping), working, and riding for four weeks with a broken ankle! Now I have an air cast, and a pending appointment with the ortho experts across town. Not sure why, as it seems to be healing cleanly, maybe just to be sure. Getting a little tired of the breaks, and the misdiagnoses, too! I put away a lot of protein daily, take calcium supplements, and get plenty of weight-bearing off the bike. But mostly, I'd rather the VA get somebody other than Stevie Wonder to read the x-rays.