Gimp

Last night was my regular soccer night out.

I've been pretty proud of myself for not getting any injuries such as bruises in the last few weeks...I get so many bruises.

However last night I got kicked in the ankle. It hurt, that kind of vibrating hurt that stays with you for a while. But seeing as my team only had two girls last night, and we're required to have 2 girls on the pitch at all times, I kept on playing. Honestly it didn't feel bad. Just that bit of vibration, but I could rotate the ankle all around with no pain. So I finished the game and thought nothing of it.

This morning.

Before I was even up, my ankle was hurting. Enough that it kept waking me as I moved in my sleep. So now I'm all limping and looking at my regular 10 hour Wednesday night shift. hmmm.

I want to work. Wednesdays are my favourite shift...for cute boy reasons and money reasons.

So instead of going to the Laundromat I'm going to rest my ankle before work. I do have to hit up Zellers so I can buy some kind of ice and a brace so I make it through the 10 hour shift.

Seriously though...all this from a kick in the ankle that didn't even really hurt at the time.