Friday, October 7, 2011
My ankle is sprained. (Yes, because I tripped over a pothole. Yes, again). Today, two lovely friends came by to check on me and brought fèy, leaves, which they massaged onto my ankle to make the swelling go down.
In contrast to conventional ankle-sprain-wisdom chez nous, I've been told repeatedly by Haitians NOT to put anything cold on the sprain. (Ice, anyone?) And because everyone here - from my neighbor to the MCC cook to my housing activist colleague - has prescribed that I rub on lwil masketi (castor oil), I did a little poking around on the web and what do you know, Lance Armstrong concurs.