DawnPapuga.com — Reality 101

I’m not the kind of person to eat when I’m upset.  Some folks connect food to emotional distress.  On the contrary, usually I don’t  eat when I’m upset.  I don’t have a “comfort food” that I reach for if something goes awry in my life.  I’m not the kind of person to curl up on a couch with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Moose Tracks.  I’ve never been that girl.  But when I get hurt physically, that’s a different story.

Today during our softball exhibition I sprained my ankle… well, foot to be more precise.  The muscles over my cuboid bone are swollen and it’s possible that I sprained (or strained or pulled) my Extensor Digitorum Brevis Muscle.  The Lateral Ligaments are giving me trouble, and putting my full weight on my foot is incredibly painful.  Nothing is broken, but it sure hurts like no injury I’ve sustained before.  I’ve dealt with a lot of injuries–most of them were ligamental, as I’m ligamentally lax– but some how in all my years of volleyball, cheerleading, gymnastics, and diving, I never hurt my foot.  Ice has become my new best friend, and I’m sure the ankle brace will look just smashing with my business attire tomorrow. 

So after the game, while hobbling through a convenience store to find ice packs and an ankle support, I reached for the only two things that would make me feel better–a Pepsi and a king sized Butterfinger.  Neither eased the pain, but for a few moments the chocolate and buttery goodness made me feel just that much better. 

Do you have a “comfort” food?