The title of this post describes my current ankle. Now I know what you're thinking...What happened?
Well it happened like this...
One lovely Summer afternoon, last Saturday in fact, I was playing soccer. There was this guy on the other team who was fairly skilled at soccer and so it made sense to try to stop him from shooting the ball at the net.
I was aiming for the ball, but I missed and kicked this particular guy's foot. It wouldn't have been a big deal if he wasn't kicking the ball as hard as he could at the same time...but that wasn't the case. The only thing I remember specifically at that point was instantaneous killer pain. I couldn't stop the tears and I cried for a good half-hour on the sideline, watching my team win our first playoff game with my ankle wrapped in ice.
That's how the injury happened. Most people who know me well know that I am accident-but-not-injury-prone. This is my first major (well, I call it major) injury. The x-ray at the hospital showed that nothing was broken or fractured but I couldn't really walk for the rest of Saturday. My soccer team was awesome, checking up on me and praying for my ankle :). Those prayers definitely made a difference because I could walk fairly normally on Sunday. I am the kind of person who makes herself busy, so of course I was scheduled to work at Canadian Tire all this week plus my morning paper route :P. But God healed me just enough that I have successfully survived most of this week without too much hassle. He knows my needs and He provides :).
Just for proof, here are a few pictures of my first "real" injury.
Well it happened like this...
One lovely Summer afternoon, last Saturday in fact, I was playing soccer. There was this guy on the other team who was fairly skilled at soccer and so it made sense to try to stop him from shooting the ball at the net.
I was aiming for the ball, but I missed and kicked this particular guy's foot. It wouldn't have been a big deal if he wasn't kicking the ball as hard as he could at the same time...but that wasn't the case. The only thing I remember specifically at that point was instantaneous killer pain. I couldn't stop the tears and I cried for a good half-hour on the sideline, watching my team win our first playoff game with my ankle wrapped in ice.
That's how the injury happened. Most people who know me well know that I am accident-but-not-injury-prone. This is my first major (well, I call it major) injury. The x-ray at the hospital showed that nothing was broken or fractured but I couldn't really walk for the rest of Saturday. My soccer team was awesome, checking up on me and praying for my ankle :). Those prayers definitely made a difference because I could walk fairly normally on Sunday. I am the kind of person who makes herself busy, so of course I was scheduled to work at Canadian Tire all this week plus my morning paper route :P. But God healed me just enough that I have successfully survived most of this week without too much hassle. He knows my needs and He provides :).
Just for proof, here are a few pictures of my first "real" injury.
It's hard to tell but the one on the left is the fat one.
Had to get the nasty bruise in there.
It's HUGE!
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