//beconfused

Let me tell you what happened to me. You see, yesterday, I was merrily running towards to the lift. Sighting the lift door shutting gently in front of me, I decided to take the stairs instead – which is just right behind the lift.

It was then I made a hundred eighty turn to prepare to sprint up the flight of stairs. It was also at that very moment that I realized I couldn’t.

I hopped towards the wall of the lift and held my right foot up. I was in pain. I sprained my ankle.

Unlike the usual angle sprains, which probably just made me sit on the ground and stand up after a couple of five minutes, this one made me stayed longer. And I stayed standing. I can’t sit, I daren’t bend my knees. The unbearable pain didn’t even allow move anywhere further than where I am.

Then the slight numb sensation took over. I held my sprained angle tightly, as if it would run away or something. My girlfriend hurried towards me and asked if I were okay.

Okay? I can’t decide. I thought it’s a bad sprain, but I didn’t know that it would be that bad. After conversing several remarks, I rubbed my palm on the lift wall and slid my left foot so as to rest myself on the ground.

I could stand no longer. I felt I was blacking out, watching my vision blurred into patches of black randomly. Something was wrong. I stopped hearing my girlfriend’s voice too. It was softer than usual and the only thing I could hear in the lift’s dings to announce door opens.

My girlfriend ran up the stairs to get my mother down. [I lived on the third floor so shame on me having the intention to utilize lift resources.] Then my girlfriend returned with my mother, my aunt, my brother and my cousin, all concerned on what happened.

“What happened,” they questioned.

I can barely hear them, I announced that I encountered a sprain on my poor right ankle. I was confused, I didn’t know what more to answer. I don’t know what’s my condition and they wanted to send me to the hospital. I don’t feel I need one, I just wanted to lie down.

My mind was shutting down, vision slightly impaired, voices echoed, it has become apparent to me that something was wrong. Maybe it’s one of those feeling you get from riding a lift down from the 30th storey. You know – that sensation that made your ears feel strange? I tried to shallow my saliva. Didn’t work. Concluded it wasn’t that scenario.

My blood seemed to be insufficient or something, my head felt warmer than usual. My mother looked at me seriously and said that I looked paled and my lips’ colors lack saturation [that's a technical term to seem the color looks dull].

I took the lift up with my mother. [At least this time I have a better reason to use the lift.] My mother supported me to my door and I lied now immediately on the sofa. I could feel my head regaining sufficient blood. I no longer felt as scared, gone are the black patches in my vision and the echoing sound. I just felt cold. I don’t know why too, but it’s alright already.

My cousin and my brother ran to a nearby Chinese doctor’s clinic to check it’s opening hours. Lucky for me, it is still open. So we (girlfriend, mother, aunt and I) made a trip down there, with a taxi as I can’t walk much. [Okay, I canceled the 'nearby', it isn't as near as I thought.]

My doctor massaged my foot not gently. The ankle felt more relaxed as he applied more pressure on certain locations of my foot. Then came the thing I swore I would never try in my life – acupuncture.

Acupuncture – the act of poking around with sterilized needles to relieve stressed points of the body, often coupled with Chinese medicine.

Some herbs for placed on a cloth which is then placed against my ankle and later secured with bandages. My foot resembles that of an Egyptian mummy now. It felt better. The doctor says that my almost-blacked-out experience is caused by fear. I was scared till I was pale and the whole bloody blood circulation just went bloody haywire.

I thanked the doctor and wave goodbye to his kid, we (girlfriend, mother, aunt and I) returned home with a taxi again. And what happened to my cousin and my brother? They walked again, sorry about that.

This is my worst experience on spraining ankles so far. I’m still bandaged on my right ankle, still painful, still thankful, still blogging.

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