So yesterday, on a beautiful Saturday morning, I fell down the stairs and twisted my foot.
It happened so fast. I actually heard a "crraacck!" and before I knew it I just found myself on the floor.
Where was this happening, you ask? In the comforts of my own home?
No sir. This all happened in Shangri-La Mall, where I'm supposed to interview someone for my thesis. I tripped on the stairs somewhere in the parking area of Shangri-La.
My first thought, of course, was homaygaddd I can't believe I fell! It took only a split second for the pain to register and when it did, oh hell, poise be damned. The pain was just incredible, let me tell you. It was shooting up my legs and thighs in waves. I thought I could walk but I buckled under the pain. In my head I'm like, so this is what it feels like to have your foot broken or your ankle twisted. Ang sakit pala talaga.
"Miss okay ka lang?" one manong asked. "Kaya mo ba maglakad?"
"Kuya...nabali ata yung buto ko..." I replied, holding onto the walls for support.
"Ah ganun ba? Naku teka sige tatawag ako ng guard..."
When I looked down at my foot, there was a lump the size of a golf ball and the color of an eggplant forming on my foot. A guard appeared and led me to a place where I could just sit down. This, by the way, was the stairwell in Shangri-La. Minutes later, a medic arrived and started treating my foot. "May pumutok dito..." the medic said. "Mukha namang walang nabali, pero may naputok kang ugat..." I remember just gripping my bag handle, biting my lip and taking deep breaths. I texted the person I was supposed to meet and told her I'd have to cancel as I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk, as unbelievable as that sounds. She said she'd come to me instead.
So in the end I had my interview at the stairwell of Shangri-La, in the middle of passersby and while the medic was treating my foot. It was surreal. I was interviewing her with my foot all sprawled out in the open and with this medic rubbing ice all over it. I couldn't do anything else except apologize profusely to the person for having the interview under such circumstances. In the middle of the conversation, I would go "yowwwwcccch!" or "nyaaaahhhh!" or "whooooo....owwww..." She was so nice throughout the whole thing, God bless her. And God bless the people of Shangri-la. The response to me was so efficient. The guards were very helpful and the medics appeared quickly with bandage and ice and all that. Thank you too to the boys of Basement Salon who gave me ice and water and towels. God bless them all.
I was also thinking about how I'd get home, since I'd driven myself. I considered calling E but I wanted to see first if I could drive myself home. I was able to drive, mostly because my foot still felt so numb from the ice. On the way home the numbness started to subside and the pain began shooting up again. All in all, the 10-minute ride from Shangri-La to my house was the most painful drive of my life.
Yaaaak I must have looked pretty funny, now that I think about it. Not exactly a picture of elegance there. What the heck happened? One man even said, "Miss bakit ka nahulog eh hindi ka naman naka heels?" Weeelllll. Thank you for pointing that out. Haha. True, I was just wearing flats. Klutzoid lang talaga. Gawd. Nawala lahat ng poise ko dun. Ugh! My pride! And my foot! Right now as I type my foot is hurting like hell. It's swollen and bandaged. My dad thinks I might have torn a ligament so we'll have it x-rayed tomorrow.
The worst thing about this, aside from the pain, is that I'm immobile. I hate it with all my heart. Going to the bathroom is an ordeal. I have to postpone appointments and reschedule meetings. The best thing is people are nicer to me. Ha ha. I get to eat in bed and just watch DVDs. Of course this whole thing is still a cause of sheer amusement to my family. This is the second time I injured my foot in a span of four months. That time I dropped something on my foot. My family is well aware of my propensity to bump myself into things, knock over stuff, get into these stupid little accidents. "Nahulog ka sa Shangri-La? Ibang klase ka talaga! Hahaha!" Yeah yeah yeah.
It happened so fast. I actually heard a "crraacck!" and before I knew it I just found myself on the floor.
Where was this happening, you ask? In the comforts of my own home?
No sir. This all happened in Shangri-La Mall, where I'm supposed to interview someone for my thesis. I tripped on the stairs somewhere in the parking area of Shangri-La.
My first thought, of course, was homaygaddd I can't believe I fell! It took only a split second for the pain to register and when it did, oh hell, poise be damned. The pain was just incredible, let me tell you. It was shooting up my legs and thighs in waves. I thought I could walk but I buckled under the pain. In my head I'm like, so this is what it feels like to have your foot broken or your ankle twisted. Ang sakit pala talaga.
"Miss okay ka lang?" one manong asked. "Kaya mo ba maglakad?"
"Kuya...nabali ata yung buto ko..." I replied, holding onto the walls for support.
"Ah ganun ba? Naku teka sige tatawag ako ng guard..."
When I looked down at my foot, there was a lump the size of a golf ball and the color of an eggplant forming on my foot. A guard appeared and led me to a place where I could just sit down. This, by the way, was the stairwell in Shangri-La. Minutes later, a medic arrived and started treating my foot. "May pumutok dito..." the medic said. "Mukha namang walang nabali, pero may naputok kang ugat..." I remember just gripping my bag handle, biting my lip and taking deep breaths. I texted the person I was supposed to meet and told her I'd have to cancel as I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk, as unbelievable as that sounds. She said she'd come to me instead.
So in the end I had my interview at the stairwell of Shangri-La, in the middle of passersby and while the medic was treating my foot. It was surreal. I was interviewing her with my foot all sprawled out in the open and with this medic rubbing ice all over it. I couldn't do anything else except apologize profusely to the person for having the interview under such circumstances. In the middle of the conversation, I would go "yowwwwcccch!" or "nyaaaahhhh!" or "whooooo....owwww..." She was so nice throughout the whole thing, God bless her. And God bless the people of Shangri-la. The response to me was so efficient. The guards were very helpful and the medics appeared quickly with bandage and ice and all that. Thank you too to the boys of Basement Salon who gave me ice and water and towels. God bless them all.
I was also thinking about how I'd get home, since I'd driven myself. I considered calling E but I wanted to see first if I could drive myself home. I was able to drive, mostly because my foot still felt so numb from the ice. On the way home the numbness started to subside and the pain began shooting up again. All in all, the 10-minute ride from Shangri-La to my house was the most painful drive of my life.
Yaaaak I must have looked pretty funny, now that I think about it. Not exactly a picture of elegance there. What the heck happened? One man even said, "Miss bakit ka nahulog eh hindi ka naman naka heels?" Weeelllll. Thank you for pointing that out. Haha. True, I was just wearing flats. Klutzoid lang talaga. Gawd. Nawala lahat ng poise ko dun. Ugh! My pride! And my foot! Right now as I type my foot is hurting like hell. It's swollen and bandaged. My dad thinks I might have torn a ligament so we'll have it x-rayed tomorrow.
The worst thing about this, aside from the pain, is that I'm immobile. I hate it with all my heart. Going to the bathroom is an ordeal. I have to postpone appointments and reschedule meetings. The best thing is people are nicer to me. Ha ha. I get to eat in bed and just watch DVDs. Of course this whole thing is still a cause of sheer amusement to my family. This is the second time I injured my foot in a span of four months. That time I dropped something on my foot. My family is well aware of my propensity to bump myself into things, knock over stuff, get into these stupid little accidents. "Nahulog ka sa Shangri-La? Ibang klase ka talaga! Hahaha!" Yeah yeah yeah.
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