The second time I go to the doctor when I actually need to; a new record since it’s within the same year as the first. What a pain, just when school was about over. Today is the unofficial second to last day and the weekend is just about to start. On the way down the stairs, Molly and I broke into a competitive race; encouraged by my skills at skipping a step without holding the railing. Molly going her single step and me walking down skipping a step: upon seeing that I was going to lose, I jumped four steps :shock: Thus, since I was cornered, I lost my balance on the landing and twisted my ankle ._. My hands also touched the disgusting stairs and some brown crap of who knows what got on it >_<

I went to the nurse’s office; which happened to be on the floor I fell. It wasn’t until then, that I saw how swollen my injury was. Ice was put on it and since they wouldn’t let me leave, I had to wait the 30 minutes turned one and half hours for guardian pickup. Although I felt bad, Josh and Molly insisted on staying with me (such nice friends :smile: kudos to you guys :toast: ) I was brought down to the lobby in a wheel chair and my parents took me to Chinatown to see the doctor who helped me with my back sprain. She took a look and sent me next door to CP Advanced Imagery to get x-rays. There, I had to wait on line to get on another line (how stupid). My mom was so impatient and was annoying the secretaries :sweat: Throughout this whole time, I could not walk on my left leg where the damage was so I was hopping on one foot everywhere. People stared. People pitied (moved out of my way.) I had to take off my sneaker and couldn’t put it on…This was when I discovered how damp my sock and shoe was; the ice had all melted. Nice. The bandages the school nurse had put on my foot to hold the ice was taken off to be reused again (only wrapped a lot neater) :suspicious: The guy taking my x-rays mumbled something about how I was supposed to only put ice on it for 20 minutes and take it for another 20 minutes…and complained about why I didn’t have crutches.

My original physician got off work so we went to find another. We went all around Chinatown to get some crutches and apparently, the pharmacy was gonna close in an hour and half and wouldn’t give us anything until Monday. My grandfather went to find the miracle doctor who helped my grandmother with her past injury so I was waiting, still standing on one leg. During this solitude, tourists came up to ask me for directions to public transport and this one guy comes along, asks me where the train station is: I told him to just keep walking down and that was the extent of my knowledge. He insisted I tell him how many blocks. Then he changes to subject to why I was waiting around. I told him I couldn’t walk and was waiting for my grandfather (should’ve just kept it general…). He starts joking around if he can help me and my grandfather comes back in time before things got more weird…

The next doctor was very Asian for he specializes in acupuncture and Chinese herbs and remedies. He had a bunch of grounded up herbs everywhere. Mr. Zhang examined the x-rays and explained that my fibula had popped out and was fractured a bit. The swelling was due not only by the blood but also the bone. He made me a cast around the herb filled bandage he put on my swollen ankle and now, my foot needs to stay at 90 degree angle for about a month or something. This sucks; not only was the cast expensive (the hard part was already like $70 along plus $40 service fees—I don’t have this kind of extra money and neither do my parents :dead: ) but now I gotta go to school on Monday without crutches… I can imagine it now: Girl Hops Around School. Ah yes, there’s also the difficulty of showering and my appointment with my optometrist to get new glasses will have to be canceled since I’m currently incapacitated.

Labels: injury, school

To think that swim gym couldn't get worse... it does. On Thursday, we started going underwater to retrieve rings. It's no surprise I didn't even manage to get one >.> Swimming just isn't my forte and so, not realizing it was time to get out, I ended up being on of the last ones to make it to the locker. I didn't have time to put on my flip flops and was just speed walking barefoot, slipping although managing my balance a couple of times (*ahem*warning signs but I was stupid to have ignored). Right outside the girl's locker room, the water finally got me. I slipped and fell backwards and in those few seconds, I've injured my lower back, sides and some of my gluteus as well. I suffered throughout these past two days with terrible aches and pains and I started getting stomach aches as well.

The night of the incidence was probably one of the worse in my life. I had English Gods and Goddess project due the next day (having procrastinated for weeks on end) along with the usual long Global homework, Spanish project (who knew drawing monsters were so hard?!), and a few other things. I spent four hours on English and only managed to finish the analytic piece, giving up with starting the creative part. I gave up on math since I didn't get most of it and global, I had to copy... Throughout all the work, I started panicking, stressing, and all those other terrible feelings one may feel when they're in deep shit. Not only was I mentally affected, but physically as well; trying to cope with the side pain and then I started getting the damn stomach aches that are probably caused by indigestion and constipation (I had suspicions that these cases are associated with my injury...when I fell, it is likely my digestive system got all messed up). I seriously broke down that night because the stomach aches were like the worse cramps ever, without of few moments of relief. I couldn't get rid of it unless I took a crap, which I couldn't (tried like two times, sitting on the toilet for about 30 minutes each...with no results and still). In the end, my grandma just gave me some Chinese medicine that caused me to constantly burp as I went to sleep.

Labels: english, homework, injury, phys. ed, procrastination, project, swimming