Footie
2 weeks ago, I slept on the couch and woke up with an entirely numb left leg. Groggy from the fresh slumber, I groaned, scratched my butt [Haha! Kidding!], lifted my leg and set it on the ground. A shot of pain immediately diffused through my foot, it felt like a bloody bullet lodged in my leg. It wasn’t pins and needles, it was god-awful pain! After crying out, “Fuck!” I gingerly lifted my leg back up on the couch and slept for an hour longer. How I slept with the pain I don’t know, I think the dream of killing [censored teacher's name] beckoned me.
When I woke up, a lump the size of a tennis ball had formed on my foot.
It hurt so bad when I walked that I couldn’t bend my foot properly, resulting in a hobo manner of walking.
What. the. hell. happened?!
I tried finding possible reasons for this bizarre incident by googling it on the net. But alas, no results.
Gradually, a large bruise began to form on the side of my foot.
Look! A yucky picture of my disabled foot: [Not for those who think that feet are disgusting]
I know my foot looks really small and white, the colour of the skin of my foot compared to my legs is like heaven and hell.
It was taken a few days after the incident so the tennis ball-sized lump was gone and the bruise had began to clear up already.
It’s been 2 weeks now. But there is still bruising around my toes, pain around the area where the lump used to be and some areas are numb. The numb parts really frighten me – are my nerves broken? Will I ever walk the same again? Will I ever feel my foot again? Do I have an internal flesh eating disease? Why do I keep picking my toenails?
Anyway, why am I posting a narcissistic post about my foot? The truth is that I’m getting really freaked out.
It’s been 2 weeks and it’s showing no signs of further recovery. I shall visit the doctor on Saturday.
If the doctor says that the nerves of my foot are broken and there is no hope of recovery, I’m going to bawl. The worst thing is that I don’t even know how and why it happened. Whenever someone asked me, “What happened to your foot?” I pathetically reply, “I woke up and it was like that.” God, they think I’m an idiot.
My bodily functions are beginning to betray me. I think I’m getting old.