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____I Sprained My Ankle Again!!!!

This post was meant for last Thursday but somehow the stupid blogger.com refused to work on that day.

Finally I have some peace around, my mind have settled down somewhat and have accepted the fact that I’ve busted my ankle again. This time I realised that I have done much more damage to it as the pain was really unbearable. In fact, I feared the worst – that I have broken my ankle this time round. Yes, that serious.

Maybe I was asking for it, afterall there were signs that I shouldn’t have played on that fateful Tuesday. I have had my fair share of football on the two previous days on Sunday and Monday, and my quadriceps and hamstrings were really sore up till Tuesday. I thought I should do some tutorials also after the lecturer have gone through most of the content required to complete the assignment. I did not know what made me go on to play that day, but I just did.

There were no warning signs during the game itself though. I played my normal game and was having a good time. Even up till the point when Qibin put Kaile through down my left flank, I knew I could catch up with him. I even knew that Kaile would have tried a shot from that angle and I thought briefly to myself that even if he tried his shot, I would have blocked it.

Split seconds after my prediction, I was on the wrong end of the block. As expected, Kaile hit his shot hard. As expected, I managed to block it. What I didn’t predict was that my foot will twisted after the block and I landed on my twisted foot. “KRRAAACCK!”, went my ankle even though I tried my best not to land so heavily on it. A sharp, excruciating pain resonated around the epicentre of the damage. Moments later, I was on the ground writhing and tearing with pain, clutching my ankle and hating myself to the core.

It was a long long time since I cried but the pain, emotional damage was too much to withstand. I just came back from injuries and started playing with top players in my hall and I have to be out for another 2 months or so. I so freakin’ hate myself at that point that I just bawled at the prospect that I will never recover in time for IBG. It's such a waste because this time round my block is so confident to win and being part of the winning team comes naturally to any athlete.

Sigh. Bad things tend to happen to me. It’s not pessimistic for me to say that I really want to give everything up sometimes, because blow after blow, I really feel too frustrated and desperate to stand up and keep fighting fate.

And so I’m a pathetic figure now in hall and I cannot shake off that freakin’ “HAHA! YOU INJURY-PRONE LOSER!!” tag. But I have to thank many people who helped me in the aftermath of my accident.

Qingwei, Mingwei, Vynesh, Kaile, Shawn, Eric Chin, ChongYeow, Jinjie, Aloysius who casualty-evacuated me back to my room.
Junwei, Baka, Junjie, Shengwei, Mingwei who helped me do the first aid.
Chris, Seehiong, Junwei, who brought me to see the osteopath the next day.
Jyen, Shengwei, Tomio, Seehiong who helped me buy meals while I cannot walk.

Thanks a lot. I owe you guys a great deal.

The osteopath said I’m damn lucky not to suffer a broken ankle. Afterall, the swell was as large as a chicken egg, and that I actually injure the same right ankle again in such a short time span. But I damaged my ankle ligaments badly. Looks like I’ll never get to fulfill the potential that I have.

Now can somebody plan for me how to cope with the comments I’m going to get from my parents when I return home this weekend?
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And now I’m back again in hall after the weekend. My parents naturally were concerned over what happened and my chances of recovery. Comments such as quitting football kept popping up now and then. At the moment, I do not want to think about the problem yet, the most immediate thing for me is to recover, then decide whether should I carry on with this particular passion of my life.

I went to Tan Tock Seng Hospital today to get my ankle X-rayed. Good news is that my ankle is not broken. Bad news is that I still have to return to the hospital for another follow-up with the bone specialist.

Like I said, I'm back in hall now. Somehow I think I shouldn’t be here because I’m not even sure if I can make it to school tomorrow and then Tuesday would be National Day. Quite a stupid decision to return to hall.

I’m still a pathetic figure though, still needing the help of people around me. I want to recover!!

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