i lied. i'm not so fine after all.
Well mentally, I'm grand :) (ahem) Physically alas I am defeated.
This tale of woe begins last Wednesday. Some of you may be aware that I have joined a footie team at work; every Wednesday lunchtime we kick around a ball for half an hour or so, and get all sweaty and nasty. I am especially trying hard to run off all my holiday fat. Anyway, our games are become slightly notorious for the violence and spate of injuries - concussions, sprains, pulled muscles, the usual array. Last Wednesday, the hand of god dictated it was my turn. I went in for a tackle and collided with an S&M (sales and marketing, just to clarify) girl.
Having previously suffered injuries when I played in Japan (to the extent that my school wanted to ban me from playing as every Monday the school nurse would have to bandage me up!) it is fair to say that maybe my joints are a bit weaker than they used to. That afternoon, my right foot was swollen, my knee hurt and my thigh was in pain.
Thursday all was better.
Saturday fate struck again. Whilst partaking of some badminton in the garden at the boy's mom's house, I managed to find a hole in the ground. With my right foot. Swollen again and Koo was benched, as it were.
Sunday morning, all was better.
Alas though the tale does not end here. These things always happen in 3's, so they say, and lo and behold my right foot was determined to prove it.
Roll on Sunday afternoon.
En route back to ours from boy's mom's, boy and I stopped to visit my Gran. Having yet to print out our holiday photos, I took my laptop to show them to Gran. As boy was working away in her garden, I went through them with Gran. The phone rang. Being helpful, I said I would get it. As I leapt up and hustled to the phone, I got tangled in the bag for my laptop. Which I had carelessly left right at my feet. My right big toe hit the floor with an almighty CRACK. As I was on the phone, I refrained from swearing or even really acknowledging the pain.
What I thought was a stubbed toe gradually bruised as the day went on, and the bruise grew. The foot became stiffer. By the time we got home I was in pain so boy took me to a&e (makes up for all the times I've taken him!)
I would like to complain here that all other foot-injured patients were given wheelchairs to get around. I was not. So I had to hobble from reception to the doctor to the x-ray room and back again. X-rays showed I'd chipped some bone off my big toe. Oops. Toe has been taped up. Koo was not given crutches - like every other foot-injured patient - and was forced to half hop, half hobble to the car.
We finally got in at 2am. I am tired. And sore. And my toe is now black/purple. I'm banned from all sports for 4 weeks.
Stay tuned for toe colour updates.
This tale of woe begins last Wednesday. Some of you may be aware that I have joined a footie team at work; every Wednesday lunchtime we kick around a ball for half an hour or so, and get all sweaty and nasty. I am especially trying hard to run off all my holiday fat. Anyway, our games are become slightly notorious for the violence and spate of injuries - concussions, sprains, pulled muscles, the usual array. Last Wednesday, the hand of god dictated it was my turn. I went in for a tackle and collided with an S&M (sales and marketing, just to clarify) girl.
Having previously suffered injuries when I played in Japan (to the extent that my school wanted to ban me from playing as every Monday the school nurse would have to bandage me up!) it is fair to say that maybe my joints are a bit weaker than they used to. That afternoon, my right foot was swollen, my knee hurt and my thigh was in pain.
Thursday all was better.
Saturday fate struck again. Whilst partaking of some badminton in the garden at the boy's mom's house, I managed to find a hole in the ground. With my right foot. Swollen again and Koo was benched, as it were.
Sunday morning, all was better.
Alas though the tale does not end here. These things always happen in 3's, so they say, and lo and behold my right foot was determined to prove it.
Roll on Sunday afternoon.
En route back to ours from boy's mom's, boy and I stopped to visit my Gran. Having yet to print out our holiday photos, I took my laptop to show them to Gran. As boy was working away in her garden, I went through them with Gran. The phone rang. Being helpful, I said I would get it. As I leapt up and hustled to the phone, I got tangled in the bag for my laptop. Which I had carelessly left right at my feet. My right big toe hit the floor with an almighty CRACK. As I was on the phone, I refrained from swearing or even really acknowledging the pain.
What I thought was a stubbed toe gradually bruised as the day went on, and the bruise grew. The foot became stiffer. By the time we got home I was in pain so boy took me to a&e (makes up for all the times I've taken him!)
I would like to complain here that all other foot-injured patients were given wheelchairs to get around. I was not. So I had to hobble from reception to the doctor to the x-ray room and back again. X-rays showed I'd chipped some bone off my big toe. Oops. Toe has been taped up. Koo was not given crutches - like every other foot-injured patient - and was forced to half hop, half hobble to the car.
We finally got in at 2am. I am tired. And sore. And my toe is now black/purple. I'm banned from all sports for 4 weeks.
Stay tuned for toe colour updates.
posted by koochan @ 5:56 pm
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