Injuries Part 2:

In my last post I talked about how my first two injuries changed the way I looked at dance. This week I will be talking about the first encounter I faced during the beginning of my new injury.

I broke and sprained my right foot on October 21, 2013. The cafeteria was having an 80’s them with music and decorations and of course as a dancer I started to dance, even though the doctors told me I was not allowed to. Then there I go being a fool and I go for a giant leap and I then land horribly wrong. I immediately knew what was wrong. I had broken the same bone on my left foot when I was younger and it felt like the same pain as before. I walked out of the cafeteria as calmly as I could so no one would know that I got injured. I live in building A of the dorms, which is not far from the commons at all and when I got to my room my foot had already swollen with a huge bump on the side.

Two Hours Later!

                               

I have to say I am quite proud of myself for not crying at all this time. I know that it is my fault and I took full responsibility. Accepting my mistakes was the easy part, accepting the fact that I won’t always be able to do things on my own and sometimes I have to ask for help was the hard part. I have never been the kind of person to ask for help if I know I can do it or if I know I can figure it out. I feel as if I am bothering people and I just don’t like to feel helpless. But I realized that being able to ask for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s actually a sign of strength. Even though I've gotten better about asking for help, I still tend to try to do things on my own. It’s only natural of me.

Here's some more photos from my recovery process :)