THIS POST CONTAINS SOME DISTRESSING IMAGES!
So...I have now broken my first bone. How did I do it? It's actually a pretty funny story:
I was at my dance school on the Monday in Jazz class and everything was normal and we were rehearsing our dance for our dance recital that was coming up soon. I was told to do my section of the dance, I did so by then doing a run into a split leap where then I knew I fucked up. I stopped thinking of all things around me and just felt the pain rushing through my foot. I had landed onto my ankle on the landing instead of my foot.
Now.. I then blanked out for 2 minutes so I don't remember much but my friends in class with me said my face turned white and my eyes went extremely wide, and that I apparently lowered myself to the ground and moved away from my teacher in a weird exorcist looking style. Even though this would have been uncomfortable to watch I wish someone filmed me as I had no recollection or remembrance of that happening which I think is pretty interesting and funny.
| I told you the images were distressing... |
I remember from when my friends gave me ice packs on the floor and my dance teacher sat next to me and said: "don't worry Lexi, it is just a sprain, you are just in shock, you are fine!" By this point I still had not cried or screamed but then I looked down to my foot and saw how swelled up it was I cried for 10 seconds and then told my friend next to me "sorry i really want to be brave this is probably just shock."
Little did I know that my ankle was actually broken.
When I went to the hospital the next morning and they told me this I then cried for over an hour as I straight away realized I was not going to be able to dance for a good 2 months which meant I was out of the dance recital.
The plasterer was trying to calm me down on the table as I was balling my eyes out as he said
"Oh well next week you get to have your full cast and you can choose any pretty color to have on."
"Oh well next week you get to have your full cast and you can choose any pretty color to have on."
I did not care about the bloody colors. I cared about my ankle being actually broken.
But anyways my ankle is in a half cast right now and to be honest with you now I am looking forward to my full cast as it will probably look better than my half cast right now:
Deciding the color has already been done for me as well cause I explained to my friends that I didn't care so they decided pink just so that they can sign it.
So I wish this experience didn't happen but I also believe things happen for a reason so I hope this makes me stronger and helps me in some way of form which I have not discovered yet.
