{"id":987,"date":"2012-02-02T13:23:31","date_gmt":"2012-02-02T20:23:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/?p=987"},"modified":"2012-02-02T13:24:18","modified_gmt":"2012-02-02T20:24:18","slug":"ouch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/?p=987","title":{"rendered":"Ouch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, I kind of have a feet thing.\u00a0 I hate feet they are gross and disgusting and I normally would never post pictures of my foot.\u00a0 Today I make an exception.\u00a0 So if you also don&#8217;t like to look at feet feel free to skip.<\/p>\n<p>For a couple of months I&#8217;ve been meeting with some friends to play volleyball\/basketball on Wednesday nights.\u00a0 We started playing volleyball and never got quite enough people to play so then we started playing basketball.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t play either sport very well but liked doing it for the exercise and also for the company.\u00a0 Well last night things turned sour for me.\u00a0 After I went up for a shot I landed on a friends foot.\u00a0 That was the end of that.\u00a0 My foot quickly rolled off and, yep, it&#8217;s sprained.\u00a0 This isn&#8217;t the first time I have sprained this particular foot.\u00a0 Actually it&#8217;s the fourth.\u00a0 It never feels good and takes a long time to get back to normalcy but I have to say that with each sprain it gets a little easier.\u00a0 Not the pain that still sucks but at least I know what to do about it now.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the first time I sprained my ankle.\u00a0 I was probably around nine.\u00a0 We were getting ready to head out for Disneyland.\u00a0 My grandpa was watching us while my parents were getting some last minute things for our trip.\u00a0 We were racing back and forth in the front lawn and at some point I rolled my ankle while turning to run the other way.\u00a0 I went in the house and my siblings convinced me not to tell grandpa, mom, or dad.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t blame them.\u00a0 We were afraid my parents would cancel the trip.\u00a0 It wasn&#8217;t until about 4 hours into the trip when we stopped at a rest stop and we all got out to &#8220;get the wiggles out.&#8221;\u00a0 My siblings again started to race, not wanting to be left out, I also tried and immediately realized I couldn&#8217;t walk on it let alone run.\u00a0 My mom noticed and the story unfolded.\u00a0 We did end up going to Disneyland where I spent a lot of that time in a baby stroller. Very embarrassing for a nine year old but I suppose I deserved it.\u00a0 I did ask my mom if we had told her about it before we left if we would have gone and she said probably not.\u00a0 So my siblings and I were justified in not telling her &#8230;right?!.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m really thankful that when I sprained it this time that I had great friends who helped me out.\u00a0 One had a compression bandage in hercar.\u00a0 We were at the church so another went and got ice from the kitchen.\u00a0 We got it all wrapped up and they helped me out to a car and drove me home.\u00a0 Another friend followed in my car.\u00a0 They were so great and I&#8217;m sorry we didn&#8217;t get to finish playing.\u00a0 I&#8217;m also grateful for a wonderful husband who was there for me when I got home to carry me into the house.\u00a0 He also stayed up with me until the pain subsided a little and I could relax.\u00a0 Well I guess this is one way for me to get a day off.\u00a0 Not able to do much around here so I just need to learn how to relax and enjoy it.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_988\" style=\"width: 194px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2453.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-988\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-988\" title=\"DSCF2453\" src=\"http:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2453-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"184\" height=\"137\" srcset=\"https:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2453-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2453-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 184px) 100vw, 184px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-988\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Where&#39;d the ankle go?<\/p><\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_989\" style=\"width: 177px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2452.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-989\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-989\" title=\"DSCF2452\" src=\"http:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2452-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"167\" height=\"124\" srcset=\"https:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2452-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/karin.zmonkey.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/DSCF2452-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 167px) 100vw, 167px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-989\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">These pictures don&#39;t do it justice it really looks gross<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, I kind of have a feet thing.\u00a0 I hate feet they are gross and disgusting and I normally would never post pictures of my foot.\u00a0 Today I make an exception.\u00a0 So if you also don&#8217;t like to look at feet feel free to skip. 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