MONOTONE

15:22

Midnight of 22nd Jan 2007.
After closing, Maz and I left for our journey home. Dad was already going to pick me up at LT Taxi Stand. Then Maz and I went off in opposite directions, she towards MRT, while i was about to cross over to LT. There i was, peering at the road side on the curb, when i somehow just slipped. As flexible as I was, i knew my right ankle just turned in WAY too far. Then i just lay there by the road side, anguishing in pain. This sudden rush of nauseating feeling and cold sweat just ran through my veins and up to my brain. I felt so weak, i almost fainted and puked. Like duh, it was midnight but there were people. And true enough, nobody helped. They all walked and looked, but nobody help. DAMMIT SG! I just laid there like a "freakin' drunkard" when i was actually in immense pain for like 5 min. Then i thought,"Oh fuck it, i can get up" So i did. I stood up, only to fall down again. Then it came down on me,"I could have broken something in there!" So there i crawling my way to safety, so buses and cabs wont knock me down. I got close to the ground near the thai embassy and just laid there. "How am i supposed to get over to LT and Dad didnt even answer my call!!!?" SO i sent him an SOS sms. He finally found me at the bus stop, walking like a trampled deer. Then all i could do was plonk myself on the back seat and try to compose myself. The min i got home, i tried to shower, in pain, then i just got to bed. In my dreams, haha, i was walking and i was doing my dance routine like we had that Sun afternoon, only to get up and slap myslef that im looking at my screwed up ankle. So grandma walked in. Took some ointment and said a little prayer and started massaging the area a little. Well, it was a little but i was already crying my eyes out cos it was so freakin painful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So i showered then, in pain, again, then had a little breakfast so i wouldnt puke if the doc would press on it. Then i headed to the clinic. After an hour plus, in i went, he took one look, "Oh thats really bad, let's see how the other foot moves." So he made me rotate and twist my good one, then the bad one." Ok so its a torn ligament. Nothing fractured. It's a bad tear though. Will take a few days, but it will heal by itself, as long as you don't walk too much. Elevate and rest a lot. MC - 2 days" (What the@?@ MC 2 days only?!)
So there he taught me how to bandage it. Nothing else given but pain killers. Got home, too some lunch and watched some TV till i slept. Oh gosh to sit for hours is BORING.
Look im in pain and i can hardly walk properly let alone dance. I had to tell the girls. This Sat training will be a little diff though. I might not be able to train them. Yas would have to do it for me. She agreed. This is sad. Full recovery would take me 6 months. So the day passed and gone.

Its Tues afternoon now, 340pm. Just propped my leg up on the com desk while typing this at the same time. See? I AM flexible. That's why im so sad that my ankle could have gone in way too far. Called Bibik this morning, and asked her what can i do to further help myslef. A masters in nursing and a certified surgeon, she is the only one who can really help. No massaging, no exerting, no warm foot baths. Just cold compress, light conditioning exercise and up my intake of fruits and vege. That would help in healing and building up the collagen to support the tear :) otherwise, there is nothing else i can do :( bummer. Going to the doc later to review my ankle and extend my MC. I don't give a damn. How can i care for the kids if i can't walk let alone balance myself?!?
I miss the kids. I miss Chris, they miss me! How sweet. Oh well, gotta go get ready now. Sorry girls i can't train you guys to dance for a while. But i know you'll do great. Not bad for the first day :)

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