Got called to “man with broken ankle, sitting on curb.” Upon approach to pt, I could smell a very strong stench of alcohol. I asked the man what was going on. His drunken reply, “I broke my ankle.” “Really?” I asked, “How do you know?” The man, who had his R leg crossed over his left, reached down, picked up his R foot & dropped it. The foot bounced around like a bobble-head doll – a complete shearing fracture.
