That, Again
Yesterday I was having a really good ballet class. I was even having a really good petite allegro...until my feet got tangled up in each other doing, of all simple things, an assemble and I came crashing to the floor like a collapsing building. The whole class stopped while everyone ran around getting me ice, a chair to elevate my foot on, a mat for me to lie on, legwarmers to tie ice packs with, a cup of water, anti-inflammatories.
It is not a happy ankle. There is no obvious swelling, given that we did all of the right things to it right away, but I cannot really walk on it and thus have been forced to borrow crutches from the denizens of Something Interesting (my own having seemingly vanished) and am engaged in the doubtful pleasure of remembering all the coping strategies I came up with the last time I couldn't walk.
This is a thing I could have done without. I am fairly certain that I did not break or truly tear anything, but I am also fairly certain that I will be on crutches for at least the better part of a week. It just feels like That Sort of Injury. It is, however, the right foot, not the left which has been my "stupid" foot since I injured it four years ago, so now maybe I'll be able to even out my proprioception and extension, which has been massively different ever since that injury.
To top it all off, I think I'm home alone for most of the day while Tish drives his parents to NYC for them to catch their flight to Bombay. If anybody is bored, please call me. Trust me, I won't be going anywhere. :P
It is not a happy ankle. There is no obvious swelling, given that we did all of the right things to it right away, but I cannot really walk on it and thus have been forced to borrow crutches from the denizens of Something Interesting (my own having seemingly vanished) and am engaged in the doubtful pleasure of remembering all the coping strategies I came up with the last time I couldn't walk.
This is a thing I could have done without. I am fairly certain that I did not break or truly tear anything, but I am also fairly certain that I will be on crutches for at least the better part of a week. It just feels like That Sort of Injury. It is, however, the right foot, not the left which has been my "stupid" foot since I injured it four years ago, so now maybe I'll be able to even out my proprioception and extension, which has been massively different ever since that injury.
To top it all off, I think I'm home alone for most of the day while Tish drives his parents to NYC for them to catch their flight to Bombay. If anybody is bored, please call me. Trust me, I won't be going anywhere. :P