My right foot

Four months ago I had an accident in Camilo Torres´Teather, I remember that I was watching a movie with a friend and I decided to get out from there, everything was dark. While I was walking down the stairs I thought there was not more, so I continued walking like in the air and suddenly I fell down from it. Before that moment anything had been so painful, I just stayed quiet and immediately I broke in tears. Two people took me from the arms and when I tried to stand up I couldn´t do it and immediately decided to stay sat. Two boys appeared and took me from the arms. I arrived to the nursery and the doctor started to move my foot, I was yelling while he tried to remove my shoes, people just were looking the scene. The doctor gave me a pill for the pain and a teacher from the University let me use her cell phone to call my dad.

While I stayed sat on a chair, I remember that my dad arrived two hours later and I still crying. He took me in his arms and newly I never had gotten embarrassed like in that day.Imagine this, my dad tooking me out on his arms from the University and many people looking at us! What a shame! T_T

After that I thought: well, I will be better tomorrow after a visit to the Hospital, but that´s no happened, my dad carried me to a house where an old lady who started to rub my right foot, which was the worst thing that my dad could make. Every week in the afternoon I was scared because my “Therapy” was going to start. To the next week I felt prepared to begin classes again; the problem was to learn to use crutches, because all day I stayed in my bed watching TV.

The first time, every teacher asked to me what was happening and every single day I had answer the same: “I fell down from stairs”. To manage the crutches was the most uncomfortable thing that I have done in my live. While I was trying to walk, that thing was hurting my arms and then my body was suffering from feet, to the arms.

I was really anxious to started to walk again, I had parties and meetings but and stay in my home during three weeks was driving me crazy. To started to walk again was so painful and I didn´t remember how to do it with my right foot, but four days later I walked like before the accident.

The moral of this story is walk down the stairs with the lights on. ;)