Injury really shows you who your real friends are. Apparently I don't have too many.<BR>
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It also shows you that there is still good in the world.<BR>
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I have had more complete strangers (and professors who border on being strangers) help me in the days since I sprained my ankle, than friends. I've had someone offer to carry me to my destination, a girl give me a ride back to my car, a professer push me in a rolly chair and get me pizza and soda at an engineering event, one girl who I thought hated me carry my backpack upstairs for me, a professor I'd never met walk me to class and&a roommate I had been on shaky terms with&carry my back pack too.&What with the depression I develop when I am unable to easily move and do things for myself, all of these things made me happy enough to cry. Every step is agony and it actually hurts more to use my crutches than to walk on my injury, and my ankle still hurts pretty bad.<BR>
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It's also purple and swollen and red and spotty. I have an appointment with a non-ER doctor tomorrow.<BR>
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Bush won! You go boy!<BR>
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I've discovered the best help while I'm on my crutches is just someone walking with me. The company distracts me from the pain of motion.<BR>
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I am so hungry but the process of getting myself food is much more difficult now.
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