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I sprained my ankle on Wednesday trying to catch the train in time, by twisting it running down the stairs.

Thankfully I was near the bottom. Anyway, the only thought in my head at the time was to make the train. And so, I somehow managed to hop-stumble-limp down the rest of the stairs, across the platform and through the doors. I didn't even make it to the seats. I didn't think I could, even if I tried! The train began moving, and I held onto that bar which I hadn't realized I'd grabbed onto. I somehow still had my binder and woollen scarf in my arms; my school backpack weighted heavily with books making everything worse. I stayed like that for the ride, no one noticed a thing. It seemed it was completely normal for a girl to be crouched by the doors of the metro, dry sobbing on one foot. I reached my stop, and I guess I blindly stood up and stumbled out. It must've looked funny, I suppose but I didn't even notice that. Ahead of me were the first two flights of stairs to get onto the Pedway. From there came the second two flight of stairs, getting me to ground level. Up above ground, the snow fell thick and fluffy, and I would have headed for the pedestrian crossing had I not run into a fellow chorister.

Ironically, practice had been cancelled. Oh silly me for not checking my email before leaving the library. Homework gets engrossing, you know? Oh silly me for not having a phone to get the text alerts. Back down the stairs I limped, my mind going immediately to how the hell I'd be getting home. It never crossed my mind that dad was still at work, and that he would have been giving me a ride had choir not been cancelled. The only number that came to mind was: home. It was thanks to my jolly friend, that I took some care going back down those stairs.
"I'll walk here just in case so you don't fall and kill yourself." Those words in retrospect, aren't very funny nevertheless the situation called for a laugh. It was thanks to this friend, who lent me his cell phone to call home. Pity there was no connection; perhaps due to the weather. Sitting down in the train now, I began to feel more than 'not being able to put any weight on it'. Something was tingling and stinging down there when I placed a finger on the overly warm skin. The overly puffy skin. Something was already much larger and rounder than I remembered it. It was some swollen ankle bone, indeed.

Yeah. Ew. I assured my friend things would be okay, with "Worst comes to worse I'll use a phone in the mall at my stop."

I didn't think much, just worried about how I'd explain to my mother how I'd sprained my ankle and needed to get a ride home from the mall. And I kept it together too; on the phone. And through the mall again, up the stairs and over 111th Ave using the bridge. On the last flight of stairs it occurred to me that now was a suitable time to use the elevator. And for what it was worth, I still had to reach the alley where she could pick me up.

I guess I won't be going to work, or school, or even attend the choral performance.

What a Wednesday.

Description
I sprained my ankle on Wednesday trying to catch the train in time, by twisting it running down the stairs.

Thankfully I was near the bottom. Anyway, the only thought in my head at the time was to make the train. And so, I somehow managed to hop-stumble-limp down the rest of the stairs, across the platform and through the doors. I didn't even make it to the seats. I didn't think I could, even if I tried! The train began moving, and I held onto that bar which I hadn't realized I'd grabbed onto. I somehow still had my binder and woollen scarf in my arms; my school backpack weighted heavily with books making everything worse. I stayed like that for the ride, no one noticed a thing. It seemed it was completely normal for a girl to be crouched by the doors of the metro, dry sobbing on one foot. I reached my stop, and I guess I blindly stood up and stumbled out. It must've looked funny, I suppose but I didn't even notice that. Ahead of me were the first two flights of stairs to get onto the Pedway. From there came the second two flight of stairs, getting me to ground level. Up above ground, the snow fell thick and fluffy, and I would have headed for the pedestrian crossing had I not run into a fellow chorister.

Ironically, practice had been cancelled. Oh silly me for not checking my email before leaving the library. Homework gets engrossing, you know? Oh silly me for not having a phone to get the text alerts. Back down the stairs I limped, my mind going immediately to how the hell I'd be getting home. It never crossed my mind that dad was still at work, and that he would have been giving me a ride had choir not been cancelled. The only number that came to mind was: home. It was thanks to my jolly friend, that I took some care going back down those stairs.
"I'll walk here just in case so you don't fall and kill yourself." Those words in retrospect, aren't very funny nevertheless the situation called for a laugh. It was thanks to this friend, who lent me his cell phone to call home. Pity there was no connection; perhaps due to the weather. Sitting down in the train now, I began to feel more than 'not being able to put any weight on it'. Something was tingling and stinging down there when I placed a finger on the overly warm skin. The overly puffy skin. Something was already much larger and rounder than I remembered it. It was some swollen ankle bone, indeed.

Yeah. Ew. I assured my friend things would be okay, with "Worst comes to worse I'll use a phone in the mall at my stop."

I didn't think much, just worried about how I'd explain to my mother how I'd sprained my ankle and needed to get a ride home from the mall. And I kept it together too; on the phone. And through the mall again, up the stairs and over 111th Ave using the bridge. On the last flight of stairs it occurred to me that now was a suitable time to use the elevator. And for what it was worth, I still had to reach the alley where she could pick me up.

I guess I won't be going to work, or school, or even attend the choral performance.

What a Wednesday.