I have a confession to make: I’m rather uncoordinated.
It’s a family trait. We all have a tendency to trip over nothing, or walk into walls that have always been there.
My particular weakness lies with my feet; I’m always hurting them.
It goes back a long way…..
On my year five camp, I was running to the dining hall, when I tripped over one of those wooden logs, and badly hurt my toes, leading to swelling and much limping.
On my year seven camp, I tried kicking a ten peg instead, and found that resulted in broken toes.
For either my thirteenth or fourteenth birthday (can’t remember which), I rolled my ankle and fractured the bone on the side of my foot in the process.
At eighteen I tried to cut the little toe off my right foot.
A few months later, I stepped on one of my nephew’s toys, and got blood poisoning.
A month or so back, I broke my toe.
I’m just awesome like that.
Like I said, I’m always hurting my feet. It’s a wonder really, that I haven’t invested in some of my own crutches until now.
It happened Wednesday.
The inlaws had left from a Gastro-ridden weeks holiday, and we had other friends here to borrow our spare room. Auntie Anna arrived in the middle of my daily excercise routine, and being as she is more or less part of the furniture these days, I didn’t bother to stop, but rather paused the episode of Buffy I was watching, and started chatting instead.
In hindsight, I really should have stopped.
I was running up and down my step. This itself, is not new.
And then I rolled my ankle.
This also, is not new.
It’s just that I managed to roll it really well, whilst propelling myself off the step, and throwing my entire body weight down on my coccyx. I wish I could say this was done with much gracefulness and quiet words, but it wasn’t. Imagine, of you will, a walrus being removed from it’s ocean and thrown down a cliff, and you might get close to the volume of noise I admitted upon landing butt first.
Thankfully, Auntie Anna is a nurse.
There are no words to describe how painful the even was; nor how ridiculous I looked lying on the ground with my legs stuck in the air, trying to decide which was sorer; my bum or my ankle.
I think my ankle won.
To cut a long story short, my ridiculous injure left me stuck on the couch, alternating ice pack between foot and bottom, and doing pretty much nothing.
Boatman, of course, was full of oodles of compassion, and instantly uploaded photos to Instagram so that the whole world could suffer along with me.
To his credit, he also went out and bought me my very own pair of crutches to hobble around the house on, and also to have on standby for next time.
Seriously, I rock the crutches look. Which, is good, cause like I said, I’m a little uncoordinated.
Just a little. 🙂
Or graceful like a swan?