Categories: general
Tags: Ankle
Date: 29 April 2009 14:06:01
Last weekend we went to London and as we were walking around, I noticed my ankle was hurting a bit. It mostly hurt when I was wearing my usually comfy trainers, but also had periods when I could walk in them without it hurting. I didn't really think very much of it. Then on Monday it got slightly worse - it was hurting a bit more, but I still managed to get into and around town, and come back and clean up for a social occasion at our place on Tuesday, without too much difficulty. It was hurting a reasonable amount by the time I went to bed, but I put that down to having had a busy day.
Then on Tuesday I went to work, did a 12 hour shift. It hurt walking to work, but once I had my work shoes on, which are a lower cut, it was a bit better. Work was busy, so I rushed around for 12 hours, limping occasionally, but mostly not really registering the fact that my ankle was hurting. The patients were sicker than me, I just got on with the job. Getting home was interesting... back in my trainers it hurt a lot more. Mr B had to entertain the guests that had started to arrive, so although I rang him, he couldn't pick me up. And my bike had been in work's garage and really needed to come home with me. So I cycled to the bottom of the hill, which was actually not very painful - as long as I took it gently. Somehow cycling didn't put the injury under excessive pressure, like walking in my trainers did. The hill was the worse - I never normally cycle the whole way, if I'm feeling fit I'll give it a go, but as you've already gathered - I wasn't feeling fit! Walking uphill is the worst position for my ankle to be in. And trying to get a bike to the top as well as me, was interesting. When it wasn't too steep I could use my bike as a support, but on the steep bit that was impossible. But I made it.
I walked in, said hello to people (our entire church community), got some food, sat down and put my leg up. I took off my sock to realise that I could no longer see where my ankle bone was. It was just a big swollen lump. Oh. Mr B took one look at it, and went off to get an ice pack. This morning I made an appointment with my GP, who examined it and declared it was sprained. He said that I should stay active, but ensure I have periods of resting in between. And no twelve hour shifts till its better.
There are two things I can't believe about this - I can't believe that I don't remember injuring it originally, and I can't believe I was walking around on a sprained ankle for 14 hours yesterday without the pain being bad enough for me to stop.