Ouchie
May 28, 2002
I twisted my ankle yesterday during my belt test. That’s rather embarrassing. And it was Andrew’s friend, Arthur who was overseeing the test too. I didn’t warm up very much and I was trying to move to a side doing a double punch when I hear Pop! Then the pain shot up my leg and made a hole in the pain area of my brain. I thought I could shake it off but the pain overtook me. Oh well, I’m not in it for the belt colors anyway.
I did get home alright and the whole day was fine but during sleep, I roll around a lot and everytime I turned, my ankle would contort to a painful position and send me waking up yelping, “Itai” (the word for pain in Japanese). So today I’m gonna be a wuss and go see a doctor. Only my dad just told me doctors don’t work today (what a bunch of bastards) so I have to see a tet-da guy (chinese dudes… uh translated means “metal hit”). I don’t really trust these old chinese forms of medicine… I don’t know why. It just doesn’t seem scientific enough for my trust. Also, if I have a badly torn ligament (which I think I do), will this chinese dude know how to set a cast? Or will he make me drink a concoction boiled with 70 different herbs?
I bet one of those herbs really do work well in healing the injury, it’s just that they don’t know which one, so they pile a whole bunch of them up and hope one of them works.
Oh yeah, did I tell you how stinky these concoctions usually are? No party at my house this week dudes.
