Back in 1998, I started falling all the time. I would roll my ankle and go down hard. A couple of times I thought I had broken my ankle because it was all swollen, black and blue, and I couldn't put any weight on it. I would always end up in the ER. They would take X-rays, see it wasn't broken, wrap it up, and send me home. I knew something was wrong because I also couldn't feel my leg from my knee down. I would sit with a straight pin and just stick it in my right leg, below the knee, and let the blood trickle down to my ankle just to prove to people that I had no feeling in it.