Scatter.

Number two on The Shameless List : Look a fool.



I sprained my ankle. In a shopping mall. On a Friday night when the mall is pretty filled with people. And I tried to hobble around without attracting any much attention to myself. I think one of the security guards looked suspiciously at me because I was laughing at my own injuries while cringing at the pain. I'm not sure if shoplifters put up an act like this when they're trying to steal something but he was definitely eyeing me until I left the shop. I had to walk very near to the wall in case my foot is in too much pain and I had to grip the wall for dear life. A friend had to provide support to me when I walk down the stairs just so I don't roll down the stairs and sprain another ankle. Or break a neck. Every step I took, I would groan in pain and scream loudly, "Ow at my ankle! OW AT MY ANKLE!". I guess I wasn't even trying to blend in with the other able people.

My foot on Friday night

Truth be told, I wasn't actually dreading this sprain. I was actually excited about it because I have never gotten a foot injury so bad that would cause me to rely on others for support. On the first night, I wasn't sure if I only sprained my ankle or if I had fractured my foot. But honestly, I hoped it was a fracture just because I wanted to have my foot x-rayed (I'm never seen the inside of my body before okay?). Then my dad told me the worst part of getting a fracture : I have to put my foot in a cast and if it itches, I won't be able to scratch it. WHAT A NIGHTMARE.

The next morning was the worst part. Yes, embarrassing myself in a shopping mall wasn't as bad as trying to get out of bed with a swollen ankle. I couldn't put any pressure on that foot without screaming in pain. I couldn't walk. I had to hop around with my other foot. I almost smashed my younger brother's laptop (it was on the floor) by landing my ass on it. I couldn't even use the damn toilet because it was wet and hopping in there would be as good as standing beside a building that is about to be detonated. That was nothing compared to this : my house has stairs. I had to crawl on the stairs to get downstairs. I hopped into the car (ahha) and got myself to a clinic to get my foot checked. Sure enough, it wasn't a fracture. It was just a sprain and my parents were relieved. My foot had to be bandaged and it looked pretty cool, to be honest.

A lady in the clinic asked me if I've gotten this injury because I was an athlete. Oh, how I wished I was an athlete so I can salvage some of my dignity but no, I'm not an athlete. I told her the cause of my injury : I missed a step and I fell on my ass in a shopping mall. She laughed a little and poof, there goes my dignity.