The Break
I had planned a route across the Rivington Moors heading toward Darwin using the Spitlers Edge and I wanted to look for the start of this route before I ran it. I had been on annual leave and after a full week [almost] of wind and rain Sunday was finally mild and looked pleasant enough for a walk.
I asked my hub if he fancied a walk with the dog and a butty. He didn't really but said that he did! We made butties, got some water and rounded up the dog and off we went.
I opted to park where I thought would be nearer to where I thought the Spitlers Edge started, in a car park at the foot of a run I do regular. I swapped to trainers that I use for walking in and as we set off on our walk and barely even out of the car park, I somehow managed to turn my ankle in a pot hole.
I heard a pop and the pain was immense, I gritted my teeth and waited for it to pass
"Have you hurt yourself?" asked my hub, I replied "no" and limped off. I was finding the elusive [to me] Spitlers Edge.
After a while it felt OK but for an ache now and then and I did my walk of 5 miles, just to find the beginning of my route and to take some photos.
On arriving home I took some ibuprofen and put ice on my ankle, I had work in the morning. oh yes, I had turned my ankle on the last day of my annual leave!
I showed my fat and slightly bruised ankle at work and asked for lighter duties. On Tuesdays' shift I was chatting to a colleague and she commented that you can still walk if it's a fracture, so I arranged to call at the A&E on my way home. Only because I was sure it was just a sprain or soft tissue damage, but if it wasn't I didn't want to go running on something that could get worse.
I arrived at the desk of the A&E and checked I was in the right place, saying that my staff nurse and physios at work had advised on an xray. I was asked to take a seat.
My visit was very quick, checked by a nurse, details passed on, checked by another, details sent to x-ray, X-rayed then asked to come through by the second nurse I saw.
Me: so what's the verdict? is it bad? Nurse: Well, it's Broken ...
NOOOOOooooooooooooo
I looked at my x-ray and said it wasn't bad, a very small break on the very end of a very small bone ... The nurse didn't agree, but knowing that I was a runner she was kind.
I was given a boot that looked like a NewRock and advised against working when I said what my job was, and driving, and running and anything, well at least until I was contacted tomorrow. I left the building to call the hub to collect me and my car and cried while I waited.
I posted to facebook [as you do] of my verdict and then rang my sick number. I'm lucky to have a great boss and understanding colleagues.
I had to wait for the orthapedic consultant to call the next day with my treatment plan, and was told no work and no running, just to rest, I was upset and I cried again when I put down the phone. I'm a terrible patient, but I am a runner ...
I wish that I had never gone for a bloody walk!
I asked my hub if he fancied a walk with the dog and a butty. He didn't really but said that he did! We made butties, got some water and rounded up the dog and off we went.
I opted to park where I thought would be nearer to where I thought the Spitlers Edge started, in a car park at the foot of a run I do regular. I swapped to trainers that I use for walking in and as we set off on our walk and barely even out of the car park, I somehow managed to turn my ankle in a pot hole.
I heard a pop and the pain was immense, I gritted my teeth and waited for it to pass
"Have you hurt yourself?" asked my hub, I replied "no" and limped off. I was finding the elusive [to me] Spitlers Edge.
After a while it felt OK but for an ache now and then and I did my walk of 5 miles, just to find the beginning of my route and to take some photos.
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On arriving home I took some ibuprofen and put ice on my ankle, I had work in the morning. oh yes, I had turned my ankle on the last day of my annual leave!
I showed my fat and slightly bruised ankle at work and asked for lighter duties. On Tuesdays' shift I was chatting to a colleague and she commented that you can still walk if it's a fracture, so I arranged to call at the A&E on my way home. Only because I was sure it was just a sprain or soft tissue damage, but if it wasn't I didn't want to go running on something that could get worse.
I arrived at the desk of the A&E and checked I was in the right place, saying that my staff nurse and physios at work had advised on an xray. I was asked to take a seat.
My visit was very quick, checked by a nurse, details passed on, checked by another, details sent to x-ray, X-rayed then asked to come through by the second nurse I saw.
Me: so what's the verdict? is it bad? Nurse: Well, it's Broken ...
NOOOOOooooooooooooo
I looked at my x-ray and said it wasn't bad, a very small break on the very end of a very small bone ... The nurse didn't agree, but knowing that I was a runner she was kind.
I was given a boot that looked like a NewRock and advised against working when I said what my job was, and driving, and running and anything, well at least until I was contacted tomorrow. I left the building to call the hub to collect me and my car and cried while I waited.
I posted to facebook [as you do] of my verdict and then rang my sick number. I'm lucky to have a great boss and understanding colleagues.
I had to wait for the orthapedic consultant to call the next day with my treatment plan, and was told no work and no running, just to rest, I was upset and I cried again when I put down the phone. I'm a terrible patient, but I am a runner ...
I wish that I had never gone for a bloody walk!
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