Injury

I got injured while playing a football match.

My ankle got twisted, and it got twisted so bad,

that I wasn't being able to stand up;

so I was carried out of the field.

The injury was bad.

I informed a friend about my injury. 

She was laughing.

I replied : 

Please, don't laugh. 

It's terrible. 

When the pressure is intense,

and I ought to run to the toilet, 

my condition becomes pathetic. 

I limp and crawl to the toilet,

restricting a volcanic eruption of bowels,

which by the time has built up so bad,

that I don't even get the time to lock the door,

lest it floods my pants with all yellowness.

I feel like a soldier,
 a leg of whose has been blown off by a bomb;

 who is dragging his ass up to an already deceased medic,

 who lay,

 on the earth covered with his own blood and used up and unused bullets;

 with the faint hope that he might get something which could make him live,

 while blood oozes out from his torn out leg.
His agony rocketing sky high,
with every inch he moves.