in my head. and in my gyrations landing a foot slightly askew and twisting it at an angle as yet unexplored by the ankle twisters. to the extent that i heard a KRICH sound that told me that serious business was afoot.
and now, since I am that unfortunate combination of miserly and male chauvinist that sneers at spending money on professional help for an ailment that only girls would see a medicine man for, I come to you dear guppies. Give me that heady advice that would see probably nothing happen to my twisted ankle or whatever but your quackery would assuage my otherwise sympathy-less soul. for the real battle for good health, my holistic healer tells me, lies not in the freaking bullet in your chest, but in your mind. fix that, and the aorta rupturing will take care of itself.
seriously tho. the man (ravage he is called (by virtually nobody)) is in pain. more of this and he will continue to refer to himself in the third person.
take an iron…iron a cotton cloth with it…and SAINKOFY ur foot with it…like put the warm cloth against ur foot…do this for a coupla mints..its sposed to help …and then tie it hard with a dupatta or a bedsheet if u dont have a dupes? so it remains undisturbed while u sleep
or the other option is to put it in lots n lots of ice. that also helps. ice pack treatment.
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