Waxing philosophic on pain
Don't mind me. I'm navel-gazing again.
Yesterday, while walking the pups with
scribefigaro, I twisted my ankle. It sucked. It hurt really bad, I let out a string of hideous expletives, and sat on the ground for a moment.
I used to play soccer. I've hurt an ankle before. Hell, I've broken an ankle before. This time it was my right ankle instead of my left (my weak one), but it's really all the same kind of pain.
I no longer play soccer (at least right now), but my first instinct was to insist it was okay and that I could walk (or run, or kick, or jump) on it no problem.
This is a kind of habit. Way back when I was a senior in college and had two weeks (and 5 games) left in the season, a teammate of mine broke my ankle in practice. This was not the way I wanted to end my soccer career. So I insisted it was fine, taped the shit out of it for practices and games, and played the next two weeks on a broken ankle. I remember a year to the day later and my ankle still hurt when I woke up in the mornings.
I don't have a lot of perspective on ankle pain. Everything just seems not-that-bad in comparison to those two weeks.
So yeah. I twisted my ankle last night and woke up and it was slightly swollen. It just looked so cute next to my memories of my horribly distorted foot and ankle that turned suck pretty colors way back in college. But I'm trying to keep some kind of perspective. I did decide not to run on it today. I can't promise I'll make the same decision about staying off of it tomorrow.
I'm don't have high tolerance for pain. But I just never really know what to do with ankle pain when my instinct is to insist it's completely fine and to ignore how much it hurts me.
That's what's up with me right now.
Yesterday, while walking the pups with
scribefigaro, I twisted my ankle. It sucked. It hurt really bad, I let out a string of hideous expletives, and sat on the ground for a moment.
I used to play soccer. I've hurt an ankle before. Hell, I've broken an ankle before. This time it was my right ankle instead of my left (my weak one), but it's really all the same kind of pain.
I no longer play soccer (at least right now), but my first instinct was to insist it was okay and that I could walk (or run, or kick, or jump) on it no problem.
This is a kind of habit. Way back when I was a senior in college and had two weeks (and 5 games) left in the season, a teammate of mine broke my ankle in practice. This was not the way I wanted to end my soccer career. So I insisted it was fine, taped the shit out of it for practices and games, and played the next two weeks on a broken ankle. I remember a year to the day later and my ankle still hurt when I woke up in the mornings.
I don't have a lot of perspective on ankle pain. Everything just seems not-that-bad in comparison to those two weeks.
So yeah. I twisted my ankle last night and woke up and it was slightly swollen. It just looked so cute next to my memories of my horribly distorted foot and ankle that turned suck pretty colors way back in college. But I'm trying to keep some kind of perspective. I did decide not to run on it today. I can't promise I'll make the same decision about staying off of it tomorrow.
I'm don't have high tolerance for pain. But I just never really know what to do with ankle pain when my instinct is to insist it's completely fine and to ignore how much it hurts me.
That's what's up with me right now.