A week before move-in, I fractured my ankle playing basketball (I did not get crossed up). At the time, I thought it was simply a sprained ankle so I continued playing (this was not a good idea, do not do this). I drove to H Mart after to get some groceries and that’s when I realized that I was in pain. I was frozen next to the pile of bananas like a fool but I mustered up the strength to get to the cashier. When I got home I saw how swollen and fat my foot was and couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
It’s been three weeks since, and I would say I’ve adjusted to life with one leg pretty well. Some days I slowly crutch along while other days I zoom down hills on a scooter. I miss being able to run, skip, and walk on the bumpy brick roads of Northeastern without fighting for dear life on the scooter. I’ve had to strategize my routes around campus and search for ramps and elevators. I miss having two healthy feet to walk around on, around Boston or simply to my friends’ apartment. I feel like we too often take aspects of our lives for granted. Kind of like how we take breathing for granted until we have a stuffy nose, I took the ability to walk for granted until injuring my ankle. I hope you thank your feet today for carrying your weight all day, and more importantly, I hope you take care of and express gratitude to yourself and the people you love.