I believe it was the philosopher Michael Jackson who once said, “Ow”.
So, just over two years ago, I sprained my ankle quite badly. It became very swollen and bruised (mainly because it happened on the way to work, and like a muppet I insisted on limping all the way to the office rather than going to the A&E department of the hospital that was just round the corner from where it happened - my bosses immediately packed me off to another A&E) and I spent a few weeks hobbling around on crutches and lounging around with a bag of frozen veg on my foot. Thankfully, I made a pretty quick recovery, and just three weeks later I was dancing like a nutter at my friend’s wedding.
Well, when I say I made a recovery, I should point out that I have no medical expertise whatsoever. And according to a certain physio I know, it may never have fully healed properly, which may explain why I appear to have sprained it again today just after legging it down a hill in pursuit of a runaway football.
Fortunately, this time it’s far less painful than last time, and although it’s quite swollen, it seems much better than before. Of course, it probably didn’t help that I walked for about half an hour immediately after doing this, and then stopped for a picnic for a good hour or so, thus allowing it to seize up. But it didn’t seem too bad at the time. It feels pretty bad now though, especially when I try to go up and down stairs.
So here I am, back on the sofa with my foot rapidly developing frostbite under a bag of frozen peas, wondering if I’ll be able to make it into work tomorrow (my main consideration may be how many times I have to go up and down stairs, I’ve just done a quick count-up and I reckon I’m looking at at least twenty sets of steps of various sizes with tomorrow’s timetable). Boo to rubbish ankles.
1 year ago