Pain in ankle from injury, as you’d expect
I’ve reached a certain age in my life where even turning over in bed is a potential ACC claim. I’ve never claimed on ACC, but I feel I’ll be making up for lost time over the next couple of years if my most recent injury is anything go by!
There I was on an early Sunday morning stroll with our puppy Isla. And by stroll, you know I mean being pulled along like a member of a dog sled team. Isla is struggling with the concept of walking at my heel.
So, I was being pulled along, she was sniffing a dead bird, I was thinking about what a lovely morning it was and how many jobs I had to do that day… when all of a sudden, the familiar roll of the ankle happened.
It was a flat grassy area, with really nothing to blame it on apart from my own ailing joints. All fifth form netballers will well remember the feeling of rolling an ankle.
It takes you by surprise for a split second, and then you know the wave of excruciating pain is coming. Again, it takes a split second to kick in — but once it does!! Holy heck!
I was writhing in agony; Isla thought Mum had gone mad and was trying to get away from me; I was trying to rein her back in, worried she was going to take off.
The whole thing was a pain in the ankle. I had also not taken my phone with me, so I had no choice but to hobble home and cry on the couch with a pack of baby peas.
Thankfully, a wonderful physio friend of mine came over in the afternoon and said that yes, it would indeed need some help.
By this point, the ankle was the size of a tennis ball, and I realised that yes, he might be right — it’s going to take more than a bag of baby peas.
Now, after one moon-boot, one epic physio called Sophie, an x-ray for a potential fracture, and two weddings to officiate at where I had to wear extra-long pants to hide the cankle, I think it’s finally feeling better.
Let this be the last ACC claim for a while, please. Well, at least until Robbie Williams at the Mission Concert, where I will no doubt roll it again!