I was doing an ankle strengthening drill at dance practice. Ironically, my ankle went sideways to the ground. I bounced like I was on a trampoline and fell straight on my butt. After shaking it off, I was practicing turns in seconds and my ankle did it again. Now, I have a sprained ankle...
I tried to show the rookies that you have to work through your pain. So, I was doing a tor jete ( look it up if you don't know ). It is very simple. I overdid it of course. 😑 I tried to leap higher than I usually do... When I landed, my back started burning. I strained my serratus posterior ( lower back muscle that moves your leg backwards). Now, I can't dance all week. I couldn't lift any residents at the nursing home i'm volunteering at. That made tasks impossible to handle.
I come home and my little brother is talking to his mom on the phone. She was my step mom for fifteen years. *I'm eighteen* She hasn't been my step mom for three years. She told me, and only me, that she may have ovarian cancer... She is going to see a specialist soon to be sure, but she has no insurance.... If that test comes out positive, she can't afford surgery... She may not be my step mom anymore, but this woman raised me. She was a better mom to me than my birth mother. I love this woman. I hope that test comes back negative. I don't have the heart the strength to lose my mom.
