cry

Twisted my ankle..for the xth time. It's not the first, but it's not the hundredth time. So an unknown, represented by the letter x, would be just about right. And there goes my only pair of slippers. Bye-bye, slippers. You were a really nice pair to wear, but you're worn out. You've been wonderful. =D

@_@ That was me, paying tribute to my slippers. Now we move on.

To let the swelling go down, mom suggested a hot compress. I didn't think a hot compress would mean boiling hot. Hot to about 80% is probably what I can take. Any more (which it was, in this case..boiling hot water in a glass bottle, imagine, 100 degree-Celcius glass against my ankle) and...

I felt like a big baby. I cried. It was painful. I was scared. It was pressed against my ankle, flesh and bone. Even my brother came out and said to me, "What's going on? I can hear you from my room.." and he sat to watch. Not becoming of a big sister, but I probably couldn't care less at the time.