I also remember that most of my friends thought my ankle should have healed in a few months, and they assumed I was just being a whiny hypochondriac if I said that I couldn't walk someplace with them. I lived in NYC at the time, so we often walked to restaurants and bars, and merely saying I would take a cab and meet them there would make some of them angry.

But when I went to the doctor for a checkup, everyone I dealt with at his office would tell me the pace of healing wasn't unusual. Scar tissue slowed me down a bit at first, but the doctor took care of that in a follow-up procedure.

(A few years later one of these friends had knee surgery and had problems with scar tissue, and they were all very sympathetic to him.

I'm not friends with those people anymore. )