I am writing this post in bed, left foot propped up with ice pack (ok, actually a bag of frozen peas) on my ankle. I had ballet class tonight, and the swelling is rearing its ugly puffiness, even though I was a good little girl and have been sticking to barre exercises only.
I am way over this bum ankle.
Since it’s still hurting and still swollen, several people have encouraged me to get an x-ray done. I figure I would have known if something were broken – I am a notorious pain wimp, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have been walking on a partially broken foot for two weeks. Nevertheless, I caved and did it yesterday. All clear. I just have a sprain. Nothing to do but rest, ice, ibuprofen, and wait it out.
Unfortunately, patience is NOT a virtue of mine.
Actually, the worst part isn’t the pain, or the swelling, or the fact that I have a single unsightly cankle. The worst part is the weakness. I’m not speaking metaphorically – I don’t think I’m a weak person for getting hurt or anything like that. I mean my ankle is literally WEAK. My left leg is trembling halfway through barre. I hate feeling like I’ve regressed in class. And I’m not sure how to keep things even while the ankle heals.
I know eventually everything will heal, and things will get back to normal. Maybe whining will hasten the process??
