Sunday, November 20, 2005
Black Sunday
Last night in my dreams i must have offfended one of the gods. On the train to redhill for soccer one bloody kiasu uncle rushing for the empty seat beside me stepped on my feets. I was wearing slippers and his was some leather shoes, stared at him with the steam inside me reaching boiling point. Luckily he apologised or I'd have made a big scene out there.
Today's soccer was so great, everything seem so perfect - the cool breezy weather, my fine form, and i had never felt so fit for a long time thanks to my daily 3km jogs. Alas, all's well wasn't gonna end well - i went up for a high ball with a big guy and i guessed i fell very awkwardly. "ccccrack" I could almost feel or hear this familiar sound in my ankle and i know i had a recurrence of my previous ankle injuries. I cluthed my ankle and groaned in pain for few mins which seem like hours on the ground. By the time i placed ice on it, i could feel my ankle swelling up. The first thing that came to my mind was not weather my ankle would be alright, its whether i was gonna miss the soccer tourement.
I hate my right ankle, damn it. Ever since i broke my ankle during primary 6 when i jumped from a flight of stairs and landed horribly badly, it has been so fragile ever since. Doctors advised me not to play too aggressively during soccer but i can't do it. Take away my aggressiveness and i've no idea how to play anymore. The second incident was worst, one bloody idiot went flying into my ankle with his studds and the impact was so hard that i had to have a metal bar inserted into my ankle to straighten my leg. I remember those sleepless nights after the operation - it was so painful i can't even close my eyes for a second.
Friends can be selfish sometimes, you injured your problem. I hobbled past them when going home and i seem invisible somehow. Nobody said anything to me let alone offer to help me to the bus stop. Alright fine, i'm used to being independent in this sense but if it was me i would have offer to help the person home or at least to the taxi stand. Worse to come, the bloody MRT was fucking packed and i had to stand from redhill all the way to boon lay with my ankle swollen and painful like hell. There wasn't any clinic opened in my neighbourhood as well, it was Sunday evening and understandable. But i do not understand why people are so kiasu nowadays. I struggled my way to get food at JP and some idiot in a rush knocked into me and i nearly fell over. Bloody son of a bitch if i'm ankle's fine i would have beat the fuck out of him.
Sigh...what a devasting day, hopefully tomorrow i won't receive anymore bad news when i see a doctor. One thing for sure, I'm gonna get MC for few days. I can barely walk.
Last night in my dreams i must have offfended one of the gods. On the train to redhill for soccer one bloody kiasu uncle rushing for the empty seat beside me stepped on my feets. I was wearing slippers and his was some leather shoes, stared at him with the steam inside me reaching boiling point. Luckily he apologised or I'd have made a big scene out there.
Today's soccer was so great, everything seem so perfect - the cool breezy weather, my fine form, and i had never felt so fit for a long time thanks to my daily 3km jogs. Alas, all's well wasn't gonna end well - i went up for a high ball with a big guy and i guessed i fell very awkwardly. "ccccrack" I could almost feel or hear this familiar sound in my ankle and i know i had a recurrence of my previous ankle injuries. I cluthed my ankle and groaned in pain for few mins which seem like hours on the ground. By the time i placed ice on it, i could feel my ankle swelling up. The first thing that came to my mind was not weather my ankle would be alright, its whether i was gonna miss the soccer tourement.
I hate my right ankle, damn it. Ever since i broke my ankle during primary 6 when i jumped from a flight of stairs and landed horribly badly, it has been so fragile ever since. Doctors advised me not to play too aggressively during soccer but i can't do it. Take away my aggressiveness and i've no idea how to play anymore. The second incident was worst, one bloody idiot went flying into my ankle with his studds and the impact was so hard that i had to have a metal bar inserted into my ankle to straighten my leg. I remember those sleepless nights after the operation - it was so painful i can't even close my eyes for a second.
Friends can be selfish sometimes, you injured your problem. I hobbled past them when going home and i seem invisible somehow. Nobody said anything to me let alone offer to help me to the bus stop. Alright fine, i'm used to being independent in this sense but if it was me i would have offer to help the person home or at least to the taxi stand. Worse to come, the bloody MRT was fucking packed and i had to stand from redhill all the way to boon lay with my ankle swollen and painful like hell. There wasn't any clinic opened in my neighbourhood as well, it was Sunday evening and understandable. But i do not understand why people are so kiasu nowadays. I struggled my way to get food at JP and some idiot in a rush knocked into me and i nearly fell over. Bloody son of a bitch if i'm ankle's fine i would have beat the fuck out of him.
Sigh...what a devasting day, hopefully tomorrow i won't receive anymore bad news when i see a doctor. One thing for sure, I'm gonna get MC for few days. I can barely walk.
posted by mango at 5:35 PM
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