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Weak ankles, I have

This is what happened to me on Monday night...

After break fasting (still have a long way to go on replacing them) with mum's simple yet oh-so-yummy cooking, I happily hopped on my x-trainer after what seemed a lifetime. After doing about half an hour of it, while watching 'Chowder' and 'The Miss Adventures of Flapjack' (yes, am still a cartoon buff), I hopped off it feeling great and was just waiting to cool myself down. So while doing that, I remembered that the house wasn't in lockdown yet. Went up the stairs to my room to get the housekeys and made my way downstairs again to lock up. Without any rhyme or reason, and eventhough I could see my mum's shoes at the bottom of the stairs, my brain insisted that my left foot step on it. Adamant on NOT avoiding it! Damn... next thing you know, there goes my ankle going honky dory. But the funny thing was, at that point in time I hardly felt any pain. Went about my business locking up and even ran up the stairs for my refreshing shower before bedtime.

The NEXT morning. WHOAMAGAWD!!! The pounding pain was searing through my body like a hot iron. Shite! I seriously did sprain my ankle. But being me, I tried ignoring it and went about my business of getting ready for work and even driving to work with the silly pain going on. The moment I stepped out of the car, my left foot felt like giving way and I was absolutely limping ALL throughout the day. HEEEeee!!!

Luckily one of my colleagues had with her some ointment for joint pains so that helped relieve the pain a little. By the end of the day, I was limping less and was sure I could heal fully by the next morning. Even challenging the odds by meeting up with Alphatin for din din and some grocery shopping (which was a load of fun as usual).

I was wrong.

It was just as bad and this time, the parents noticed. Damn! Mum started pestering me about my clumsiness (yet again), and Dad was surprisingly cool with it. He even gave me some ointment (ointment... sounds like oink-ment. ahahaha!! Okay, silly joke) and an ankle guard to reduce the unnecessary movement. When that didn't really reduce the pains, Mum gave me Yoko Yoko - hands down a worthwhile investment. This thing is marvelous! I put it on under the ankle guard and by night time I could almost walk normally.

This morning, I could almost put my whole weight on my foot without flinching and it's fantastic! But I still need to be careful of the first step though. It's always the weakest. Ahahaha! So hopefully, I will heal entirely by tonight so that I won't need my sexy ankle guard anymore. Weeee!!!


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