Thursday, 17 November 2016

Tap dancing's out then.....?

I am currently hobbling around like an old granny, courtesy of slipping down the stairs  and badly spraining my foot.

Or to be more precise, my big toe.

Ouch doesn't even BEGIN to cover it!

I blame it on my new glasses, combined with general crappy balance.  I was coming downstairs yesterday morning when I misjudged where my feet were and my right foot slipped off one of the stairs.

My entire weight came crashing down on my right toe and as I grabbed for the handrail, I pivoted round, still on my toe, like a tragically inept and ungainly ballet dancer.

The nearest way to describe the sensation is A WHOLE WORLD OF PAIN!!!

It all happened so quickly, and I was so relieved not to have stacked it down the entire flight of stairs that I dismissed the pain and throbbing.  I could still wiggle my toes and flex my foot so I was reasonably confident that I hadn't broken anything.

However, as the day wore one, I experienced pins and needles, and spikes of pain, radiating up my leg.  Overnight the pain woke me up, and this morning I couldn't move my toes without excruciating pain, so we judged that a trip to A&E was probably in order...

In my slippers as I couldn't get my foot into a shoe.

Fast forward several hours and two X-rays later and happily there is no fracture.  Merely a bad sprain.

I have to try to stay off the foot and keep it raised.... as if THAT'S going to happen. 
Especially as every time I position the pouffe in front of my chair, Small Dog immediately jumps up and settles down on it, daring me to move her or try to perch my foot on one tiny corner of it.

I will likely be in 'hobble mode' for the next few days.... a cross between Mrs Overall and Baba Yaga.