Ever since I've joined college, it has become inevitable that I sprain my foot every year…well it's been three years in a row now, hopefully the final year's going to be better. The first time, of course, I was absolutely unprepared for the tragedy. While on an outdoor painting class, I twisted my poor little foot on an uneven rock, moist after a light drizzle. The pain certainly killed me and I could barely even limp, but it was the embarrassment of hopping across the campus with my arm on the shoulder of a rather concerned friend that made things miserable. Particularly when I got some sarcastic sniggers instead of sympathetic glances.
The second time it happened, almost a year later, it wasn't as painful or as dramatic as the first. I was even more mentally prepared to deal with the sprain (and the pain). A minor thing such as this would probably have healed really soon-all it needed was a little rest and a little care <3 <3 <3 ...but it turned out I'm not much of a 'rester'...and I managed to sabotage a potential quick recovery into a long, painful period of limping!
And just when I thought that the limping episodes became a thing of the past- I was in for a pretty rude shock this morning when I twisted my foot (yes, yet again) while hurrying to class. I was in denial for a while- I denied that it hurt, I denied that it was swollen (even though my foot was no smaller than a fat pumpkin) and even denied that it seemed to be turning a little blue. Hmmm…alright, so it took a while but I was finally convinced, that perhaps I should get back home while I could still limp.
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