Broken

Three days on and I am still suffering.

Monday night was awful, sleep almost impossible. After crawling out of bed, walking was tricky, stairs trickier. The hip that took the full force of the 1o miles of limping, was telling me it was not happy. Quality time was spent with the bag of Tesco’s frozen petit pois! Frost bite in the toes barely avoided.

Tuesday night was better I lasted in the marital bed until 3 am when I vacated to the softer nicer spare bed with the cat. Oh but Tuesday morning  I was worse. Now I have run 5 marathons and having difficulty with the stairs after those 26 miles is the norm, but boy this was something worse. Absolutely fine sitting in the chair but getting up out of the chair, well a crane would have been handy. I have never hurt so much in my life or taken this many pills.

Today was the day for the physio appointment. I feared something bad. The bruising where the rock hit me was starting to come out, I wondered if something else was going on causing the acute stiffness. Am pleased to say that as far as he can tell at the moment between the bruising and the Achilles flare up, that it is just that bruising and flare up. He did his thing which actually did not feel as bad as I feared it would. The ankle has swollen up and I am moving a little easier.

He did not say no running, he did not have to, I can’t.