...the longest shadows ever cast
i'm seriously going to cry.
this morning's practice today was surprisingly easy. i actually had fun. the 2 and a half hours between practices were tedious. i wanted to take a nap, but someone wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. i was going to tell her to shut up, but i was feeling nice, so i didn't. second practice...not so good.
we scrimmaged, 3 on 3. the first set was good. second set didn't really go as i had hoped. so i jump up into the air to "intercept" a ball, and when i land i hear my left ankle crack and i dropped to the ground. i couln't move and/or feel my ankle. so i get walked over to the bench and i get iced and elevated. after my mom drives the car over onto the field, we go to some prompt care place near target. so get x-rays. good news: the doctor said that it wasn't fractured or broken, which is good b.c now i have more of a chance of playing this season. bad news: he thinks it's a high ankle sprain which could have some really bad implications. my tendons may be really stretched out and in a couple of days i may not be able to even walk on it. i have to go to an orthopedist in a couple of days to see if the prompt care people missed anything in the x-rays.
so like i said i'm going to cry. i've been keeping up with my calcium pills and all my vitamins and all the stupid exercises for my ankles, and i STILL get fucking hurt. i'm not allowed to walk on it for a couple of days. i guess i'll still be going to practice, just so when my ankle gets better, i don't have to make up practices to play games and whatnot.
i'm so pissed