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Ankle

Yesterday I referred myself to the physios (a service the trust provides), as my ankle has been playing up, and one of them rang me back this afternoon.  I spent some time answering lots of questions and moving my foot in different directions and describing the pain.  And at the end of it all she said she didn’t think my ankle was sprained.  Which actually makes sense because I don’t remember twisting it, it was more of a gradual increase in pain over several days.  She thinks I’ve damaged a tendon in my foot.  She’s requested an ‘urgent’ appointment for me.  Which means it should be sent out in the next 10 days.  In the meantime sh has recommended some exercises and said I should keep active on it, but also rest it.

It’s this exercise / rest balance which has been casuing some issues, especially with work.  Initially after the doctor told me it was sprained, I phoned up work and arranged my shifts for the next 5 or 6 days, so that I had some time off.  I would have had more time off, but they rang me back, desperate for me to do a short shift (7.5 hours) because they were short staffed.  I agreed, and I managed without too much difficulty.  Then because I was ‘back’ from being ‘off sick’, the sisters assumed I could do the night after.  Nights are generally quieter than days, so I figured I could managed.  Which I did, just about.  Then the problem was, that as I’d managed to do a 12 hour shift with my bad ankle, I didn’t feel comfortable demanding that my shifts this week should be changed to short shifts.  So I carried on with my shifts as scheduled.  I did long days on Wednesday and Thursday, both of which werer really busy, and at the end of it – surprise surprise, my foot was swollen and painful.

I wanted to say something about it sooner than I did, but it was so busy, and the nurse in charge on those days wasn’t the most approachable person.  So I kept on putting it off.  All the time, getting more and more nervous about the whole thing.  Anyway, luckily my team leader was in charge last night, so I rang up and told him all about it.  He was lovely.  He insisted that I shouldn’t  do any more shifts this week, and he changed my shifts for next week to short shifts.  After that I’m on annual leave for 2 weeks.

Which would be perfect timing.  Except that we’ve planned and booked to walk across Hadrian’s Wall in the first week.  I really don’t want it to wreck up our holiday – either by my ankle being too sore to walk at all, meaning we have to travel by public transport, or by walking too much and being in too much pain to enjoy the scenary.  We’re still going to go.  And we’re going to take each day as it comes.  I just wish I could click my fingers and make my ankle better.

Mysterious Sprain

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.