the silent speaks (or writes.)

6.30.2005

lost fragments... ii

AGONY OF... THE FEET (FOOT.)

for starters, here is a flashback (of the past. what??):

two years back, my left foot got a bit banged during our annual sportsfest. we were in the finals, and having just played the game to advance, we obviously were battered and bruised. but we played. a few minutes in the game, we were already losing.

and then that fateful moment came.

fastbreak situation - on our side of the court. i was running (though not quite a run, due to fatigue...) to the hoop, when i was challenged by the opposing team's best player (incidentally, a girl.) when i scooped up for the lay-up, she forcefully tried to strip the ball away, but only hit my right arm, the same time her right foot accidentally kicked my left heel. and then all was black, and only felt searing pain from way below my foot.

eventually, the pain passed away, but my parents came to know of the incident and insisted that i pay the doctor a visit - alone.

and so i did. here's the transcript (with translation):

me: good afternoon doc. i was that kid who called you earlier....
doc: yes, i remember. the guy with the aching foot?
me: uh... yes sir.
doc: precisely when and where did you acquire the pain?
me: during a basketball game in our school.
doc: oh.. i see. come, i'll have to give you an x-ray.
**moments later**
doc: now... hmm... i'm afraid to tell you that your foot has a fracture just near your achilles' heel.
*silence.*
doc: the good news is, it's not that bad. however, for it to completely heal, you'll need to limit its activity.
me: okay. so that's it? thank you very much, doc.
doc: and one thing - if it aches again, like the searing pain you felt when you first felt it, return to me and have another checkup, okay? these stuff recurr a lot.
me: okay. thank you again, doc. *standing up*
doc: and another thing - try to minimize your soda intake.
me: yes sir.

since that fateful day, minor pains occassionally hounded my left foot, but not inducing much pain. not until one afternoon pehm session ended. i ran up the stairs to our room, changed to my uniform, and was about to fit in my leather shoe. snap. the sound couldn't have come from anywhere else. i felt something below my leg crumble. it can't be...

next thing i knew, eyes closed, i was holding to my foot, trying to stifle the pain... to no avail. at first sight, i would look like someone acting. then people would finally realized that it was for real. try as they might, the best thing to do was wait for the pain to subside - a thing which took ten long minutes and a whole lot of tauntings and mischiefs.

thirty minutes later i was walking again, only trying to hide an obvious limping. i succeeded, in some way, but it made a journey too long and tiring, due to the awfully slow progress. and for the first time in my life, as i walked through the edsa route, i counted the number of people able to overtake me in the path. it totaled to 47 - my all-time high.

tomorrow, i might not be limping or seeming immobilized, but please remind me not to be overactive most of the time. thanks.

the silent spoke up on 20:41

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