I am Ann, an overly dramatic woman who is clumsy and ends up hurting herself quite often. Lately, I have had a problem with my left ankle. I sprained it a few times and had to give up a few nights out dancing to stay home and heal. However, it's been a few weeks since my last injury and my ankle seems completely healed. It's time for me to get back on the dance floor! Tonight there is a big party at my favorite dance club and my crush is going to be there. I know he loves sexy legs in heels, so I plan to wear my favorite stilettos. They are bright, sparkly and will be sure to grab his atten...

I am Ann, an overly dramatic woman who is clumsy and ends up hurting herself quite often. Lately, I have had a problem with my left ankle. I sprained it a few times and had to give up a few nights out dancing to stay home and heal. However, it's been a few weeks since my last injury and my ankle seems completely healed. It's time for me to get back on the dance floor! Tonight there is a big party at my favorite dance club and my crush is going to be there. I know he loves sexy legs in heels, so I plan to wear my favorite stilettos. They are bright, sparkly and will be sure to grab his attention and win his heart! I get ready for the party and get very excited. Unfortunately, I get a little too excited and I bang my foot against the coffee table, hitting my left ankle. I scream out in pain and rub my ankle. I definitely do not want to miss the party, so I convince myself I am okay and try to walk it off. I on my foot a bit, but it soon feels fine and I continue to get ready for the party. However, as I try to get ready I keep hurting my ankle. I twist it, fall to the ground and moan in pain. I rub it and walk it off, thinking it is better, but then I hurt it again. Each time I twist it, bang it or fall on it, my ankle hurts more and more. It gets more swollen and I can move it less and less. I cry out in pain and whine about how clumsy I am. I don't want to believe I am injured, so I continue to try to walk it off. After around a bit I convince myself I'm okay and I put on my shiny stilettos. However, when I try to walk in them it causes me so much pain there is no way I can wear them. I try on other pairs of shoes with smaller heels, but I can't wear them either. I even try on flats and sandals, but it's too painful to wear them too. I put ice on my ankle and wrap it in a bandage. After resting for awhile, my ankle seems better. I put on pantyhose thinking the tight hose will help my ankle. I then put on a pair of heels and think I am able to make it to the party. However, I fall and twist my ankle again. This time the pain is too great and I acknowledge my injury. I take off the pantyhose, rub my ankle and cry about not being able to go to the party. My sprained ankle has ruined dance night again!