You know I hate shopping, and in particularly grocery shopping. Well it took it’s revenge out on me last night.
As we were walking out of Morrisons I heard and felt a snap in my right ankle. To say it was painful is an understatement.
Thankfully the car was parked quite close to the entrance so I didn’t have far to hobble.
During the night my ankle decided to swell and as the pain was unbearable, I decided this morning to call NHS direct to see what I should do.
As the little man said ‘anything that snaps isn’t good’, so I was told to go to A&E as he thought I’d snapped my Achilles tendon.
John had just arrived at work only to receive a phone call asking him to take me to A&E.
Having been seen by two lovely triage nurses and waiting over two hours we finally got seen by a nurse practitioner who must have been suffering from Friday blues as she wasn’t a nice person at all.
She was extremely blunt, had no bed side manner and could have done with a couple of lessons at the local charm school. Her diagnosis – I hadn’t snapped my Achilles tendon but failed to say what the problem was and would get the physio to come in to see me. Then she left the room. No good bye, sod off, nothing…
It was the physio who told me that I had torn the ligaments in my ankle. So I’ve got to rest it for a few day, take loads of painkillers, put an ice pack on it twice a day and it should take about three weeks to heal.
All I can see is thank goodness I did it now and not a week before Blackpool conference! ! !