ow ow ow and double ow with a capital O, underlined and in bold.
yesterday, i woke up and my right ankle was swollen! in short, i
1. cant walk perfectly upright like a normal person
2. thus have to resort to limping/hobbling/crawling to make my way around
3. take about only a few thousand centuries to get from point A to B. regardless of the distance between A and B.
4. have an unproportionately larger right ankle. its so swollen it looks like an elephant's foot. =( wellllll, i could be exaggerating.
5. may not be able to walk again!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! =( i hope not. oh my GOD, maybe the swollen ankle is a ..sign! to warn me of oncoming disasters! or MAYBE its a punishment!! for something terrible i did in my past life. i had a dream last night. i dreamt i saw calvin goh!! my primary 6 classmate, whom i have not had ANY contact with for the past 5 years. could it be a premonition??
6. may not be able to go out for the next two days =( i wanted to wear a skirt on friday, but seeing as my elephant foot will probably scare the daylights out of everyone, i may have to wear jeans. AGAIN. to conceal my hideous swollen ankle. why does something always have to crop up when im going out with him? hmmmm. point to ponder.
i just took a teeny peek down at my ankle and discovered that it has swollen a bit more. =( and oh my god, its bloody red. haha. bloody red. red like blood. whatever. not in the mood for puns. i think the veins/arteries there are super super dilated. perhaps my ankle is heating up and there is a pressing need to remove heat by radiation, lest it overheats and explodes, leaving me with a busted leg. haha. come to think of it..that may not necessarily be a crazy, absurd, ludicrous thought.
in case anyone was wondering, i still sound like a man. although not so manly. like, a girly man. haha. every morning, i wake up with a slight sliver of hope. hope that my voice will finally be restored to normality! and every morning (actually, only yesterday and today), i practise singing a scale! and if i cant even hit the fourth note, i know that its not ready yet, and so retreat back to my humdrum existence. =( weird but effective way of finding out whether ure still sore-throated. highly recommended!
is this some kind of sick joke?! first, i fall ill on the day im supposed to go out with him, THEN when i recover, i go to camp and get my throat busted, and NOW, to make things a zillion times worse, my ankle conveniently decides to bloat itself. (and blush too! its glowing crimson.) haha.
