I know it hurts, but I want details for a book I’m writing.
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The crash happed suddenly. As soon as the bounce was stolen by the many people on the trampoline, my ankle became victim to my entire bodily weight. My ankle twisted one hundred and eighty degrees. The pop my ankle made was felt before the screem. A burning sensation developed within seconds. My stumach felt as if it needed to evacuate and my heart’s fast palpating movement caused the nausia to become more intense. Five minuets after the accident, pain multiplied within my ankle and soon to be throat. With every moment that passes, my only thoughts were what if I wasn’t being so stupid; regret settled in. I became angry and soon wanted to make a deal to God–please make the pain stop and I promise to be a better christian!
Overall, misery describes the tearing of the achilles tendon. Not much pain was felt during the time of the impact. Instead, it was a phychological torture. I hope this helps.