So Sunday 28 April, I knock off work, rush for the train and end up in Rosebank. Another great SOSundays was waiting to happen. All my mates were there. Good times indeed
At some point I find myself dancing with Keith and Bok (members of the ever so troublesome Team Out Of Order) and jiki-jiki ke moo, I twisted the ankle and fell on it.
Of course I got up like a soldier and tried to pretend it was nothing. Got home and tried my best to sleep. Woke up the next day and it looked like a potato had grown on my ankle. 
29 April, went to Carstenhof Clinic (Midrand) and had myself checked. Doc sent me for an x-ray but the damn thing was so swollen they couldn't see jack shit. the put that a brace on the ankle and ordered me to not walk and such. so I spent the week hobbling with this thing on my foot
Went for a follow up on the 4th of May. Same shit. Different brace. Wati tried his best to make it look better. What a sweety.
It’s the 12th May, I have a follow up on Monday the 13th for x-rays and such. Let’s hope it all goes well. Being called Qhwali/ Nyaowi is not working anymore and novelty of walking with crushes has worn off . Missed the Bon Jovi concert ‘cause of this. My heart will forever be broken FOREVER but I’ll live. Hope Monday goes well.
