Ignoring life's little pains

I twisted my left ankle several days ago. Just a minor thing, really. (as I am able to walk seconds after that “incident”)

Blame it on my 1.5 (or is it 2?) inch light brown shoes that provided little protection, if at all (but the shoes look very feminine and stylish..oh dear me...the price of vanity). Or maybe I can blame it on the sloped side road I was brave enough to walk on or maybe I am just innately clumsy. (I’ve always thought of myself as flat-footed because of the regular ‘slips’, but I am not. I just needed a plausible excuse)

I don’t feel any pain at all but just to give my poor ankles a rest, I put that pair of shoes aside.

Once in a while, to give my feet its much-deserved exercise, I do the usual stretches. Now I move it in a gentle and gradual circular motion… ouch! Did I just say I didn’t feel any pain? I take it back. My left ankle hurts.

It is not the kind of ache that needs a bandage, not the kind that would render me immobile, not the kind that would require me some pain relievers, not the kind that would hinder me from walking.

But it is there.

Ironically, I feel it when I am resting. I feel it when I touch the portion that bore my weight from that near-fall.

I am sure of two things:

It does not give me an excruciating ache, just a discomfort, a slight sting.
It does not hinder me from my regular routine.

In the meantime, how do I deal with it? What’s the best anesthetic?

Nothing. I just have to ignore it. When I do feel a semblance of pain, I endure it and simply walk it off.

See, there is one more thing I am certain of, this pain is temporary.

That is how I choose to deal with my little pains, be it from a sprained ankle or from something else.