Tearing

To me, crying is weak.
Tears are a sign of weakness.

So, there was no reason for me to cry on Thursday, when someone accidentally kicked me and caused me to fall.
Except that my ankle hurt a lot.
Allow me to enlighten you.
I was standing near the Michael goal, defending Vithya the goalkeeper because the Xaviers had the ball and unless we did something they'd probably kick the ball in.
Almost all of the players were there, both Xavier and Michael. I was standing on my left leg, my right leg outstretched, trying like hell to kick the ball.
I remember a lot of leg. We had been tied 1-1 for a while now, and both teams wanted to score a goal. Everyone was chasing after the ball.
And then, all of a sudden, WHAM, someone had kicked me on the leg, and I fell.
The pain, I remember, was overwhelming. And then, to my utter disgust and bemusement, I began to cry.
To quote Wong who later said, "Eh, you cry very funny leh." I was panting and sobbing, trying to catch my breath, because it was one of those blows which really, knocked the breath outta you.
Again, I remember a lot of leg. People were surrounding me, asking me questions like "are you okay?" and "does it hurt?" that I couldn't be bothered answering.

Then the awesome medical standby people caried me to a chair and treated what turned out to be a sprained ankle. I remember the procedure we learned in St John class for treating sprains, RICE. Thank you for treating my sprain :).

Then, when I managed to stop crying ( I am still disgusted at myself for this, because if you knew me, surely you know that I don't cry? I think the last time I did, it was in March), I managed (with the help of Looi) to hobble over to watch the rest of the futsal game. Michael and Xavier were still tied 1-1, and by that time I think all the other games (hockey, netball and volleyball) had finished, and everybody was watching futsal. It was really like a real football match. There were lots of screaming, and I think I did a fair share of it too, as Looi later told me that a person nearby had to cover her ear to prevent punctured eardrums. I don't blame her.

And then overtime was over, and then each team had a go at penalty kicks. I am very sorry to say that my teammates might have been very exhausted because no Michael-ian managed to score a goal, and Vithya didn't manage to catch any Xavierballs, either.

Alas, the score was 3-1. The Xavier people cheered. The Michael people cheered too. And for some bloody reason, it made me tear up all over again.

Maybe it was because I was sad to see that we lost. Maybe it was because I was helpless at the sidelines, not being able to help my team. Maybe if I had played, I wouldn't feel so sore losing.

My friends carried me back to St Helen square because I could not walk. Michael got 2nd overall.

That day, I had to hop about on my right leg.
Yesterday, a Friday, I not only (miraculously, which just goes to show, you can heal a lot when you sleep) could walk, but I could run the padang, too.
And today, I have to go for ballet.
And if you knew me, surely you know that I dislike ballet?

Heck, I can't even get anything good out of spraining my ankle.