Yesterday I fell on my ankle and heard a cracking sound. I can barely walk on it today. Is it just sprained or could it be broken?
Thanks for the A2A.Ah, the oh-so too familiar sound of cracking bones, either the cataclysmic breaking of structure or the light amusement (and disgust) of a simple, benign sound. How I love it so.Firstly, how far can you move your foot? If you can mildly/freely move your foot, then it probably isn’t broken and it is probably a mild swelling. If it hurts to even try a twitch, carry on reading.Second, how did you fall on your ankle? Did you trip up and half twist/fall or did you smash your ankle into the fall? If the former is true, follow No. 1; if the latter is true, follow No. 2.1: So you half twist/fell. There’s more of a chance that you just did one of those benign clicks, since the ankle is a synovial joint. The fact that you can hardly walk may be that you haven’t ever cracked that joint before, which from my experience, can be painful for days.If you want to know what a synovial joint is, watch this.However, this also has the possibility to be a broken ankle, so don’t completely disregard the possibility. Consult a GP if the problem persists for a few days/week.2: You probably have broken your ankle. Consult a doctor. In the meantime, alleviate any pressure on your foot to prevent any further complications.
What is the funniest joke you have ever heard?
My Dad told me this joke a few years ago. It goes like this; A white man's car breaks down in the middle of a secluded town. He sees a light in the distance and walks to it, and sees it's a house. He knocks on the door and a black man answers, the white man says "excuse me sir, my car broke down, may I use your phone to call for services? The black man says "I don't trust you white people, get out of here" and he slams the door in the white mans face. The white man shocked, starts to walk down the steps of the porch when he notices a shed and thinks there might be a phone in there. He goes to the shed but finds nothing but some black paint..The white man gets a crazy idea and paints himself black. He goes back to the door and knocks again, this time he changes his voice and tells the black man who answers "mah car broke down can I use yo phone?" The black man says "of course, anything for a fellow brotha" The man calls for help and as he's waiting he asks the real back man if he can use his bathroom? The black man goes "yes, but we're renovating the house right now so there's no door, if you don't mind. The white man had to go so badly he didn't care. He goes to the bathroom and as he finishes, he gets up to flush, with his pants still around his ankles, and the black man walks by and goes "bless my heart, bless my soul, I ain't never seen a niqqa with a white azz hole"
Why did I feel so dizzy after spraining my ankle?
I was running down the stairs, about to leave for school, and I slipped on my mom's slippers. Immediately I felt pain and started hyperventilating. I felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't come out until a few minutes after the sprain. As I was hyperventilating though, I started to feel really dizzy and my ears were "plugged" for a few minutes (I heard faint ringing noises and my mom's voice sounded slightly muffled). It's stopped now but I'm just curious as to why I felt dizzy. I've never felt dizzy spraining an ankle before. Could it be because I was hyperventilating instead of crying (taking in more oxygen than I usually do)?
How can I overcome shyness and become a good public speaker?
Here’s one idea -Get a piece of paper and draw a long horizontal lineDraw 10 tick marks and label them 10, 20, 30, etc up through 100At the number 1, write something social that’s ridiculously easy (perhaps ordering a coffee from a barista)For 100, write the most terrifying public speaking situation imaginable (perhaps singing a-capella in front of 10,000 people)Now fill in the chart with your own ideas. What is a 10? What is a 28? What is a 62.5?Here are some suggestions:- Perform at a comedy open mic (80?)- Dance in public (25?)- Strike up a conversation with a stranger (10?)- Go up to some strangers and ask to borrow their shoes- Go into a crowded place and scream “I love sushi!”- Walk to the front of a movie theater and ask, “Everyone ready!?”- etc etc etc..Once you get your chart filled in, pick the highest number you think you could be comfortable doing, and do that until it’s boring. Then move to the next number and do that until it’s boring. Do this over and over.It really works, but you gotta do it. If you find yourself stuck, your current task is probably overwhelming, so pick a lower number! Often times when someone gets to 35 or 40, something clicks and they just “get it” and no longer need the chart anymore.It’s also really important to pick things that you can do easily and anywhere. If you pick something difficult (i.e. “juggle knives in public”) now you have a great excuse to NEVER do it, because first you have to learn to juggle knives! Your brain will try to find cop-outs any way it can, but don’t let it.(This technique is adapted from my CBT training)
Can n*e*1 give me some funny mexican jokes....?
why don't they hold the olympics in mexico?? because anybody who can run, jump, or swim is already here! LOL
What is something you want to "get off your chest"?
I got gang raped.Gang. Raped.I'm going to give some details… so I guess trigger warningI went to a fish market with my uncle and grandma. My grandma is old and can't walk very well so I was waiting with her for my uncle to get some fish. This huge man comes and picks me up from behind. I'm pretty strong, but this man was much stronger. He grabbed me and ran as I screamed for my uncle to help me. He came too late.So. The big man “A”The other men are “B” “C” and “D”A grabbed me and brought me to a cornerB C D take turns throwing me against a fence as they all undress. They all are on me at the same time. One would be one my face making me suck his dick. One would be masturbating on my chest. One would be doing whatever he wanted on my vagina. One would be holding down my legs.They tied down my arms above my head, stripped me naked, did their rotations, and broke my ankle.I kept squirming so they punched me, gagged me, and stabbed right below my ribcage with a knife. I stopped moving and they rotated a few times. When they were done, about and hour later, they tied to me to fence.They would grab me from behind, touch all over me, cum on me, and then forced me to masturbate. They stuck their fingers up my vagina, put their dicks in my mouth. They made me masturbate on the floor, and then would smack me with their dicks wherever they felt like it.It was torturous. I was in so much pain. They ran Away. The police were searching everywhere, and then one found me on the floor behind a trashcan in an alley. They took me to a hospital, and it gave me so much emotional trauma.Right now, a year later, I am crying in my room, too scared to go anywhere, ripping at my thighs and stomach with a blade. Burning with lighters. I never told anyone else. The only people that know is my grandma, uncle, mom, and dad. I'm too scared to tell anyone.