A lady twisted her ankle

ankle wrap

ankle wrap

That sounds like the beginning of a joke.  Interesting that… how we find other people’s suffering amusing. Or maybe I’m wide of the mark here. Maybe it’s the impersonal nature of the sentence that makes it sound like the stuff of humour.

The truth of the matter is that the lady in question was a friend of mine. So perhaps I should have said “a lady friend of mine,” instead of just “a lady.” But therein lies the dilemma. What if she’s reading this article? What if she doesn’t want me to talk about our personal matters. Like the fact that she twisted her ankle. Well, maybe that’s not so personal. How about…

neoprene-anke-wrapBut therein lies the dilemma. What if she’s reading this article? What if she doesn’t want me to talk about our personal matters. Like the fact that she twisted her ankle. Well, maybe that’s not so personal. How about how she twisted it. Yes, that is personal. In fact, it’s very personal…

So perhaps I shouldn’t talk so much about the cause. Instead, maybe I’ll focus on how to avoid it.  I don’t mean be careful about skinny dipping and running naked through the woods when you hear a police siren. (Oh sorry, I said I wouldn’t mention it.) Rather what I mean is… actually, there is no way to avoid it. But when it happens, there are ways to make it heal more quickly. Like a magnetic ankle wrap.

Anyway, I have been indiscreet enough, so I think it’s time for me to sign off. I just hope the lady in question isn’t reading this…