In a few weeks Natty Nat and I are going hiking. 135kms of coastal joy in sunny Perth. I can’t wait. It’s going to be my favourite type of holiday – exercise, adventure and wine.
The only issue – just a tiny one – is that a few days ago I rolled my ankle.
I was walking to dinner with T Girl in the hipster part of town. The area where you can’t get a park unless you own a scooter or a council permit. After a long search, I found a space down a long sidestreet. Fine. I can use the walk to get the steps on my Fitbit up. Hurrying along the dark street, I didn’t see the pothole – in my ankle went – rolling onto the cold concrete. Bang.
Ouch. I hobbled for a bit and shook it off. By the time I sat down at the uber cool Vegan restaurant with T Girl, it felt better. I’ve done this before. I’ll be fine.
After a dinner of Vegan Mac’n’Cheese (a bit powdery), weird potato tortilla (my choice, my bad) and the world’s best bean dip, I headed home to finish some work. Changing into my PJs and ugg boots (don’t judge me), I sat down and turned on my laptop.
Boom. An intense pain shot up my leg from my ankle. I actually yelped. Moving my foot around I tried to shake off the pain but the throbbing increased. Holy shit, that really hurts.
I attempted to stand up and nearly fell over. There was a lot of therapeutic swearing repeated over and over … including F*CK, that hurts, F*ck, that HURTS! The shooting pain took over my whole foot and most of my leg. Excruciating. It felt like someone had taken a carving knife and was stabbing me in the ankle. I wanted to cry – I was a little girl who wants her Mummy.
Ice it, my Sports Doctor’s voice told me. I grabbed my well worn ice pack and raised my ankle covering it in the blue semi frozen liquid. The pain barely subsided. It just made my foot cold. I tried to move it around. More pain shot up my leg. F*ck, this is really killing me.
After 20 minutes of icing – and me trying not to cry – nothing seemed to work. I abandoned my inbox of emails (I’m committed to my job, what can I say?). All I could think about was my throbbing ankle – and the anxiety of knowing I had a plane to catch the next day.
I popped two pain killers and prayed that my ankle would heal. Hopping up and down trying to get into my PJs was, I’m sure, quite a funny sight, but my sense of humour had long disappeared. Sliding into the sheets, the fabric felt like sandpaper on my leg. Wow, this is really bad. I might have to get it amputated. No more marathons for me.
My flatmate Twin Kat came home. I heard her moving around in the hallway and feebly called out her name. She didn’t respond. I tried again but nothing. My Mum is right. I will die alone and my cat will eat me.
Throughout the night I tossed and turned, checking on my ankle. The swelling seemed to be reducing but I was still in a bit of pain. Come on God, I need to see my kinesiologist tomorrow. Then catch a plane. Then do some hiking practice. PLEASE fix my ankle.
In the morning I tentatively slid out of bed and put my feet on the floor. I stood up slowly and only a tiny bit of pain pulsed through my bad ankle. I took a few steps forward and it felt tender, but okay to walk on. Hallelujah, it’s a miracle! I showered – on one leg like an ungraceful flamingo – and felt nervous, but fine.
An old ankle strap / bandage provided additional support and I jammed my foot into my flat slipper shoes. No heels for me this weekend. I was off …
Jess my Kinesiologist did reiki on my leg, warming her hands to move the energy around. It felt better. She gave me a bottle of Warrior essence (yes, I’m not joking) and some other exercises which I won’t talk about or you’ll think we’re both insane. Which we may be, but she fixed my ankle so who cares.
The flight was fine – I somehow managed to get three seats to myself on a packed plane. I did consider stretching out and putting my foot on the spare seats, but was worried about being attacked by other passengers. My foot swelled up a little more but the pain has subsided, now only a dull ache.
My ankle is still a little tender. I don’t think I’ve done any permanent damage, but I guess time will tell. (Or my Osteo when I see her later in the week). I think the hike is still on. Going to try out my new boots this weekend. Wish me luck.