thoughts

so i didn't fell off bike even with the crazy moto traffic in vietnam.
Guess what?

I sprained my ankle at the flood drain by the side of a curb.
My right ankle.
Old wound resurface.
It feels like double the pain now.

Well, i managed.
I managed to still walk through the crazy traffic in Hanoi.
I had stares from local with a face that translates: what the hell
happened to you?

I must thank my own smart self to check in to a hotel whose owner is a
retired doctor.
Gave me some ointment and perhaps a treatment tomorrow.

Well... Money to spend since i can't be limping to India can't I?

No worries, I will survive.