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[hnpcc]

So we played netball last night, and just after the start of the second half I leap in the air, come down awkwardly on the side of my opponent's foot, roll my ankle in a really major way and spend about 2 minutes curled up on the court swearing monotonously.

Until the pain subisded enough for me to stand up and hop to the side of the court, where I sat icing it for the next 20 odd minutes.

Ouch. A bad night ensued (knew I shouldn't have taken off my shoe, can't get it back on!) and a trip to casualty this morning when the swelling hadn't gone down and I couldn't put any weight on it. And jolting hurts.

Fortunately it's not broken, just really quite badly sprained - to the point that I'm on crutches for the next week or so. Which will make work (2nd and 3rd floors, no lift) interesting - I'm not there today because I can't walk and I can't drive my manual car. It'll be interesting to see how it goes next week.

And it's a very pretty shade of black, going more so at the moment. I'll probably take photos.

So a lot of firsts - never been quite this badly injured before, never been on crutches before, never been in a wheelchair (in the hospital) before. Wheelchairs are quite scary, particularly when Dean's pushing.

The most interesting part of the whole experience was Kirsten driving me home. It was fine after she finally found the clutch point and stopped laying rubber at every intersection.

Oh, and we lost 12-8. But two of those were penalties and we only had 6 for the second half... :-)

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[epideme.livejournal.com]

Get well soon. Looks like your sprain was as bad as mine and you will be out for weeks! (unless you fancy goal again!)

Seriously, I hope it doesn't hurt too much and take your time letting it heal. Also never let Dean drive your wheelchair!

[hnpcc]

At this stage definitely out for tomorrow (well, unless you want me in one place attempting to hit people with the crutches. ;-)) and I think the week after. After that we'll see - I'll have to go to the physio next week and get some exercises. Fortunately netball stops in two weeks and doesn't start again till January and the World cup finishes tonight so that should mean a fullish team for soccer.

The swelling's starting to go down a bit now (there's about 6 hours until it;s 48 hours so I'm assuming that it'll be gone by then. Touch wood).

[ang-grrr.livejournal.com]

*pat* *pat* *pat*

There there.

[numbat.livejournal.com]

I hope the rest of this experience turns out to be less painful.

[shnetti.livejournal.com]

I was reading this while Ant was watching TV. I started to laugh, so he paused the DVD so I could update him. I said, "Alison's sprained her ankle really really badly" and he said, "Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Hehehe.

I read him the bit about Dean driving the wheelchair (that's a scary thought -- you are a brave woman) and he had to laugh too.

Take some pictures, take some sick leave, take it easy.

[hnpcc]

He was being really careful, it's a distance perception thing I think. I'm not good at not being in control of where I'm going and the edges of the door frame felt like they were going to hit my injured foot.

But I really needed the wheelchair - we parked in the hospital car park and the traffic person directed us to the underground bit (presumably he thought we were workers): which has no lift. I had to hop up one flight of stairs (no crutches at that stage either) and then we found the wheelchair. And lost the Emergency department (there aren't many signs to casualty from the car park, but lots to Information, so that's where we went.) Which meant that we then had to go out of the hospital, along a ramp and then back into casualty, most of which had me hanging on for dear life (did I mention the not being good at not being in control thing?) There is no way I could have hopped that distance.

I'm a really terrible patient at the moment, which I think may get better once I've managed to sleep more. God help me if I ever end up in traction - I can't sleep with one foot slightly raised.

On the other hand my stomach muscles are getting a workout from the constant lifting of my leg.

And did I mention daytime TV is shit? Cos it is.