ankle

Quite an experience if you ask me.

BUT once this novelty wears off, these 3 months will be very long. My ankle is painnnnn and although I can withstand this pain, its the uncertainty of whether I'm inadvertently making it worse or anything. I don't know why crutches werent needed but I'm putting pressure on my ankle when I'm walking so it's getting painnn.

Come to think of it, and I think alot, don't you think pain is learnt?
I think if we create a vaccum society where people are pain-unconscious and are brought up with the fact that everybody goes through it and it is part of life,like breathing, pain wouldn't be so exaggerated as it is now. I'm not denying that every human being has the ability to feel emotions and an instinctive uncomfortable feeling called pain. A gunshot wound would definitely be pain.

I feel pained with this ankle pain because I've seen people cringing and grimacing because of ankle sprain and worse. Sigmund Freud's Unconcious may come into play now when I unconciously identify with that pain and say "Hey! That's how I'm supposed to feel when I have an ankle sprain." When we were younger, we see children fall and cry so we feel that is expected of us. Goffman's Role Playing. We take up the role of an injured child and cry and bawl overly over our minor injury. If my emotions weren't in play, my threshold of pain withstands this pain as it is within my capacity. However, because I feel, and I know that something must not be right. Pain is something that is uncomfortable to begin with. Human beings go for comfort.

If we eliminate pain-consciousness and when we fall, our parents don't fuss over us, we don't see others crying or grimacing or cringing, we may think that pain is natural of us to accept. Our threshold of pain may even increase because we are not so conscious of it.

I do think a lot. Sometimes too much.

Anyway, not going to talk about my surgery as I has repeated 1001 times and I should go around wearing a tag that says I HAD SURGERY. And then maybe people will stop asking. But for once, I feel people are finally sympathising with me because the bandage is large and tangible and proof of the surgery and the "pain" I've gone through. I don't know whether I should even walk around. I feel discomfort and I'm going to have some sleeping disorder because I sleep on my back now so that I can elevate my leg on mountains of pillows.

My dad wouldn't even let me do the dishes. This is the 1st time I'm like IWANNADOTHEDISHES.
People look at me say hi, smile, then as their eyes slowly trace downwards, the smile gradually fades into a grimace and followed by a WHATHAPPENED? The gradual part is hilarious. It's like the gradual colour change when you add acid to alkali. :)

I don't get stoichemistry and I still don't get the relevance of molecules barely the size of my full stop at the end of this sentence.