Yesterday I sprained my ankle, playing the jumping game.
Embarrassing, I know.
Here in Cambodia the village kids play a game, that we refer to as the jumping game. It is a game where to girls or boys hold a rubber band that has been knotted together. They hold the rubber band stretched out between them like a clothsline. The line varies height as the chosen holders choose the desired height. As the jumper one must clear the line. Either by jumping, cart wheeling over the rope or going under the rope without getting touched.
Well in an attempt to hang out with the kids, I decided to do a quick jump.
This quick jump ended in tragedy as I fell to the ground after my ankle buckled underneath me. Embarrassing, I know.
It was not really painful but shocking to say the least.
Thankfully my teammate Aly was with me. So that as soon as I went down she was there to pick me up and help dust me off, quickly leading me into our room. Where she laid me down and helped prop up my foot. My ankle by this point had already swollen to a disgustingly big size. It looked as if there was a chicken egg in the place of my once small and cute ankle bone.
The rest of my team arrived shortly after the incident. Which led to pictures and tears. Pictures of my swollen ankle and tears on my part of embarrassment, pain and the true hilarity of it all. As Aly and I recounted the story for them.
It was such a simple decision. To play the jump game. Yet such an impactful ending.
My ankle injury has taken me down and out for the count for a day and a half. But is now healing and the swelling has gone down, Thank the Lord.
I will always remember Cambodia, the jump game and my swollen ankle.
