Oh, I Have…
I have spent since last Saturday hobbling round like a Granny in need of a new hip and I feel like a right plonker! To be totally honest I barely moved for the first forty eight hours, which I am sure helped big time with the healing process.
Last Saturday Morning…
I’d got up early as usual to catch up with some blogging and had been looking forward to going on a twelve kilometer walk/hike up the top end of the island on Sunday (I’ve finally joined the walking club after years of wanting to, but having a tendency to avoid people, joining a club really was my idea of a nightmare! I am so glad I did though as I’ve got to see views on the island that take my breath away).
I had set myself the time of eight thirty to start getting moving and chasing the family out of their beds, so at eight thirty I stood up and not realizing my foot had gone totally to sleep, must have put it down on it’s side at which moment the dogs charged past knocking my full weight onto the side of my foot.
The cracking was not dissimilar to the popping of corks at midnight on New Years Eve!
I saw stars and was overcome with nausea. I knew straight away that I’d done something nasty to my ankle.
I curled up on the floor until the pain died a tad, before literally crawling to inform my husband that his wife was a proper plonker and had managed to twist her ankle badly, on a flat floor, with not even a sniff of alcohol (it only takes a whiff, which is why I generally avoid the stuff).
I Was Gutted…
That I wouldn’t be going on Sundays walk (although I did threaten to even though I couldn’t even stand up).
I really was that angry with myself for having done something so silly, I know it was an accident, but really? Being incapacitated because I’d put my ‘dead’ foot down awkwardly didn’t sit well with me.
I Spent The First Forty Eight Hours…
With my foot elevated, icing it for twenty minutes every hour throughout the day. Which I am sure paid off big time as on that first day my ankle felt like it was loose and ‘crunchy’, but two days of total rest gave it the chance to start healing and by Monday I could sort of hobble if I put my foot totally flat and walked (hobbled) carefully.
Now Six Days Later…
I am happy with the way it’s healing (although I still feel like a right plonker!). I can now get my trainer on and have been doing gentle exercises, massaging and a little walking to prevent it from seizing up and to help break up scar tissue.
It’s going to be a couple of weeks (wishful thinking) before I can contemplate joining in with a Sunday walk/ hike again as they are over rough terrain and the hills are steep and I’m not expecting to be able to run on it until the New Year, which is a bit of a bummer.
It’s not the first time and it’s not going to be the last time I twist my ankle, but I’ve never done it in such a stupid, stupid way. It’s safe to say that I feel like a complete and utter plonker!
Have you hurt yourself in such a stupid way? I’d love to know I’m not the only one!
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