February 25, 2003 ~ 11:33 p.m.
Feeling:
Song of the Day: "Roses Need The Rain" ~ Keahiwai
My good hopes for today were broken. Tuesday is usually a good day for me, but it seems like fate had it in for me in a different way. Life is cruel. However, there are always strange twists in the hands of fate.
The day passed along normally as it did, going back into the usual schedule of things with long period classes. When the school bell rang, I walked down with Marizal to meet Kamlin at the school office to where we would walk up the hill where Kamlin had parked her car. I rushed over to go and pick up my tennis things but my Japanese teacher wasn't there and the classroom was locked. I was in a slight panic as I hurried on down to the office to ask anyone there if my teacher had already left school.
I stood there stupidly by the office doors, stepping in and out like I didn't know where I was going or knew what I was going to do. Gathering up my courage and slapping myself for acting so dumbfounded, I asked one of the office ladies if my Japanese teacher had left and she said that she left school early because she wasn't feeling well and another teacher had taken over her last class. I told her that I needed my tennis stuff in there and informing her that the classroomw as locked, she got the keys and I followed her down back to the class when Kamlin, Marizal and Ryan were told me they were going to wait for me uphill.
After I quickly grabbed my things I said thanks several times to the office lady and blazed it up the hill. I started to slow down because I was going too fast and my calve muscles were already screaming in protest. As soon as I got to the small parking lot infront of Mr. Washburn's class Kamlin was pulling out of the stall and stopped when I got there and I threw my things inside and squished in with Marizal and Ryan in the back seat.
We dropped off Tetchie ( I have no idea if that's how her nickname is spelled..) at her house and Kamlin went around to stop off at Tex Drive-in to change into our tennis clothes and pick up something to eat. We didn't really care if we were going to be late or not but we made it in time anyway at the tennis court. We had thought that our coach wasn't going to be there since there was some nicely dressed old man talking to the rest of the team. A few minutes later our coach showed up ( who still had a bit of a cold ) and we did our usual drills.
Me, Kamlin, and a few other girls were playing a doubles team drill, and it came my turn to serve after the switch. I knocked off a few sucky serves but I later got it in. The returner sent it back, and I threw in a forehand. When the ball came back short, I rushed for it and I missed, tripped, twisted around on my left foot, and fell back on the green hard plastic crate-like flooring of the tennis court.
My left ankle was suddenly in pain. It was tingling and I couldn't move it. Everyone else on our side of the court laughed at me, because they probably thought I was joking, because I was laughing as well. I must have been laughing at my idiocy and bad shot. I was laughing at how painful my ankle was feeling. It was then that I felt that I couldn't get up. I lay there on the tennis court in a somewhat twisted position, left leg over the right, left side of my body turned over. Oh, the torment.
My partner from the drill asked if I was ok and lent me a hand to help me up but I still couldn't bring myself to stand up. Everyone else was still a little gigglish and some came over. Somebody came over and gently kicked me in the butt. I think it was Michelle, one of my friends' sisters in college who comes out to help our coach once in a while with drills. I didn't think it was mean of her to do that, because I knew she thought I was still joking. That's when the laughing stopped and everyone started to come over to see how I was. I looked over at the other side of the court and everyone was looking at me to see what happened. Coach came over and asked if I was all right and I said I twisted/sprained my ankle.
Bridget screamed out if I was ok ( in her little energetic and caring way ) and her and Kamlin helped me up to my feet and brought me over to the bench. Coach said to elevate my foot for a while and asked if I needed an ice pack once it swelled but I didn't tell her if I needed it. Everyone went back to their regular positions and continued their drills as I watched. Great. Now I'm out of commission for a while. My sprain will probably only last more or less than a week. At least that's what I think.
Around four o clock the clouds overhead were dark and then it started to drizzle. And once a slow drizzle, it started to rain. So we ended practice half an hour early. I then called up my aunt and she called me back after I couldn't get in a call and she came to pick me up. After I got home, I called my mom and then I ended up telling her what happened, and she told me to call our old neighbor who was good at massaging hurt joints and muscles. He was like some kind of home personal physical therapist. So my aunt took me to see him this afternoon and after about twenty to thirty minutes he was done. My ankle felt a little better, and he said I should wear a sock for a while if I didn't have a bandage for my ankle.
So when I got back home I took a semi-nap and I felt ridiculous limping around my house by myself. I'm guessing I won't be able to go to school tomorrow since I won't be able to get through the day. I didn't go to see a doctor yet ( I might not, too ) and I have no access to crutches. So I'm stuck. Phew. At least I'll have a little more time to do my homework, and I at least get to use up some of my absent days for the quarter.
My ankle feels like it's paralyzed. It hurts a little to lift it up and put weight on it and my right leg can't take all the weight on its own. It's weird, too, that this incident should occur. My dad's left foot has been in pain for a while too. In fact, it's going to be the rest of his lifetime. He has gout, and there's no cure for it, except slow treatment. It must be painful for him, and his poor overworked self to deal with three different jobs, even when he quit two not so long ago, he took up another two again. But I must be getting my endurance qualities from my dad, since I never seem to act like I'm in complete pain and I laugh at myself when I get hurt after doing something embarrassing.
Well enough about all this foot/ankle business...I need to get some sleep. Note to self....never run and hit the ball at the same time. My coach would have scolded me for that if she saw...
( well now, this one was really long, wasn't it? )
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