Five months ago yesterday, I fell and broke my ankle. It was pretty stupid actually, and a good example of how the tiniest mistake can drastically impact your life.
I live in China, and I had taken a small group of students to the famous, Buddhist Jiming temple in Nanjing. Originally built in 557, it's currently a beautiful vibrant orange.
And tiered - lots of stairs. My downfall - literally.
I had exited the temple proper, and looked up at the strings of flags that appeared above. And I missed a tiny step down as I moved forward. Down I went, ankle twisted. I was surrounded by people, everyone staring impassively. Unfortunately, it is not customary to help strangers in China, so I lay there on the ground in pain until my students, who had run off ahead, realized I was missing and doubled back.
Long story short, I ended up at the hospital and was misdiagnosed with a sprained ankle. Two months later when things weren't progressing quickly enough, and some new pain began to set in, I discovered my ankle was fractured and some bone had now broken off my fibula. Now it's five months from the beginning of the saga, and I still can't walk very well.
But I can dance a little...
Sorry for the late response - absent from Wizzley for a while. I couldn't agree more about the freedom of privacy. Most of my moves are embarrassing, even when I'm not injured :)
I'm pretty much better now, but I'm still dancing at home!
Dancing in the privacy of your home is the best exercise as you can do moves that would be embarrassing if you had an onlooker. And you can do it even if parts of you are injured. Hope your ankle is better now.