I'm too embarassed to say this.

I dislocated my left ankle during council camp.

Yes okay. Stop making faces, yeah okay, laugh all you want. I know what you thinking... I thought about it too. I am the coolest person alive, I know that.

So you know during council camp, we have this fast march segment at night and we march from school to Pasir Ris Park, to the expressway then to Sunplaza Park then back to school. And all this happens at night. I'm telling you, it's the coolest shit ever.

So while we were at Pasir Ris Park, I offered to help Daryl look for his missing bag and in the midst of the No 7's shouts and my pumping adrenalin and increasing exhaustion, my left ankle inverted and I was like, "%^$$%^$^%$!!!".

And if you remember, I sprained my left ankle too last year so I thought it will go away if I just stopped walking for a while. But it was already at night, and where I was at in the park was far from where the no 6 and no 7 from and you and I know what happens in a park when you are all alone in the dark... you fart if you have to.

No, wait, that's the other thing you could do. What I'm saying is, I was afraid of seeing a ghost or just somehow walked into another dimension altogether. So, to hell with the sprained ankle, I'd better off moving my ass to where the crowd is or that sprain will be the last thing I would ever feel.

So you know, adrenaline pumping and all that shit, you forget pain. You can even forget you're marching in the middle of the night along the expressway when you're ass is better off sleeping at home. And the pain was really bearable so I just continued marching with the rest to Sunplaza Park. And by then it was already like 3 hours since I sprained it, so I totally forgot about it till Daryl wanted me to go back school by the car.

Even then, after we reached school, I could still nap, wake at and bathe at 4am and went back to sleep, walked to the toilet at 7am to brush my teeth and put on my shoes and not feel nothing. But but but, at about 11am I started to feel the pain and when Chee Kian helped me with the ice pack, my left ankle was a bit bent to right.

By 2pm, my left ankle was close to 90 degrees bent to the right and it vibrates like I have some spasm shit going on. But I don't feel the pain of having a bent ankle only sprained kinda pain so I didn't think it was very serious.

And when I was at the hospital, they told me, "Omg, that's gross". And I was like, thank you for sympathising with your patients. And they shamlessly asked me how come my ankle was very bent. In my mind, I was like, if I had known why, I wouldn't be here, I would get someone to push it right back then spending money on a doctor who doesn't even know what the hell happened to my ankle. But all I said was, "You're the doctor. You tell me".

And oh, did I mention that there was this intern in the room from China, I think (because his name screams China like mad) who is so freakishly handsome? I know that doesn't really go hand in hand but miracles do happen.

Yeah so anyway, I had 4 X-rays and they injected pain killer and pushed my ankle back in so now it's kinda straight but it will fall out of position once I let go. And you know what totally makes this the perfect story to tell if you have a friend with a sprained ankle and decides to play hero by continuing to walk on?

I had an allergic reaction of some sort to the pain killer and my right eye is swollen like an egg.

So now, swollen left ankle, swollen right eye... lets see how far this will go.