Filed under: Personal, Storytime | Tags: ACE bandage, ankle, ballet, strain, stupid
I strained my ankle doing stupid dancey things. Actually, I have two theories for how it happened:
1. I was waiting for my dad after school ((I sound like I’m in third grade…really, I’m in college…just, no car)) and was dancing randomly and decided that then would be a good time to test out my ankles and hop on the tips of my toes pointe-style…in sneakers. Probably not a good idea.
2. I did 240 eleves ((similar to calf raises, only in ballet positions…)).
I’m leaning toward the second thing. So, anyway, over the last week, my ankle had gotten better. Today, I hopped out of bed and was excited because it felt totally better, which means I can stop taking it easy and practice dance some more during the week. And…then…
I chased Marshie down the stairs. For some reason, the pounding down the stairs made my ankle hurt worse than before. So, on went the ACE bandage.
I have to say, I am highly appreciative of ACE bandages. They offer a suprising amount of support for an injured ankle. And, although mine is currently digging into my Achilles tendon, that’s because I put it on incorrectly, I think.
Anyway, hopefully this whole thing will clear up soon. Until then, I’m rocking the ACE bandage.
