Monday, September 4

I’m going to go ahead and blame the spandex skirt for the sprained ankle I got today  while playing in our first netball game. I used to think a sprained ankle wasn’t a real injury..kind of even wussy. I take it back! When it first happened and I felt/heard the pop, I immediately was taken back to less than a year ago when I was playing flag football and ended up with a sideways finger that required surgery and a cast, but ended up being crooked anyway!

Didn’t the doctor say something about low calcium levels? Shit! I crawled off the court muttering curses about being old and knowing for sure my netball career was over. I limped out, got in a cab, got out of the cab because it was sketchy, got in another cab, stopped at 7-11 for ice, had a good cry, called my mom and dad in self-pity, iced my foot, and went to sleep. The next morning, I got out of bed and fell to the floor for lack of ability to put weight on my foot. Not to mention my ankle was popping out in a weird direction. Looking back, I’m pretty sure my finger episode led me to exaggerate the injury maybe just a little, but I called in sick and went straight to the doctor. She looked at it, said in spotty English, “not broken, hurt?” or something of the sorts. Since she didn’t think it needed an x-ray, I hobbled over to the store and bought an ACE bandage. While I was there, I figured I might as well get my heart checked. Explanation: a week before flying to Bangkok, I had some serious chest pais which I associated with a medication I had been taking for sinus problems. Turns out, by Bangkok ECK machines, I am not dying. I did have to laugh when they took my blood and the nurse asked me if I had hard veins to find. I shook my head as she continued searching. Finally, she poked me and with a sigh of relief said, “whew, lucky for me!” Lucky for me? What would she have said if she missed? Unlucky for you? Nevertheless, I went home exhausted after a day full of hospital. Lucky for me I survived =)