The other night was apparently a bad night for ankles. In one of my games, George and I went up for double block and when I came down, I landed on on his feet and turned one of my ankles just about as far as you can turn an ankle without spraining it. Scared the hell out of me. I sprained an ankle a few years back and last summer I did something (I still have no idea what) to my right foot that left me barely able to walk for a few days and still has lingering effects even now, almost a year later. I was shook up, but at least I was okay.
But then later on in the match George and Sharon got tangled up near the net and Sharon went down, spraining her ankle. It started swelling up fast and it didn't look so hot when I left to go home. Fast forward a bit and I was sitting at home eating dinner when I get a call from Sharon.
"You'll never guess what happened."
"What?"
"George sprained his ankle in his second match."
So...bad night for ankles. I don't know what this means for my teams since it puts two people out of commission, but I'm sure we'll work around it somehow. Until next week though, how 'bout everyone wears some ankle guards just to be on the safe side?
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Ankles, my friend, are tricky. They like to give out on you without a second's notice. Trust me, I would know. It's been close to 5 years ago that I sprained my left ankle so bad my mother thought it was broken. 5 years ago this happened, and there are times when I can barely put weight on it, the pain is so intense. It was a freak accident--I give my twin the blame!--that will probably stay with me my entire life. It didn't help that I was an extreme soccer player who didn't know when to quit.
Keep your hopes up. It can always get better! Tell your friends--and you!--to take it easy for a while. Believe me, a little laziness here goes a long way. Good luck with your games!
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