Well I’ve been gently and carefully getting out and about, still just walking obviously but feeling really positive about things. I am so amazed at how my ankle has been since the boot came off and today I thought I’d use my £5 Costa card and treat my friend Gemma , who has been helping me out with bits of shopping etc while I have been laid up.
So I arranged to meet her at the Costa near where she works ( and I used to) and I walked over there’s ( just about 2.5k). My poorly ankle was holding up really well and I was barely limping. I was still favouring it slightly but not too much.
Really enjoyed the walk, the flower beds on the square looked so much better for the bit of rain we have had, albeit a bit wind blown. Anyway I stopped off and bought a photo album too on my way, as my eldest sister has given me loads of old photos of our grandparents, their brothers and sisters and also THEIR grandparents and parents. And I’m looking forward to filling the album with names and dates.
I met my friend and her toddler and had a very nice hour of coffee and chat and then off she went to her mum’s and I set off back home.
Well I’d hardly started and my good foot started playing up. I don’t know if any of you have ever experienced this but occasionally I will get what feels like an iron bar running from my middle toe to my heel underneath the foot and it won’t bend properly. Doesn’t matter what I do it won’t sort itself out till it feels like it. Anyway that happened and I’m stuck with limping and putting most of my weight on my bad foot about 2k from home. Nowhere near a bus, and I tried ringing my son in the hopes he was working nearby but no he was about 15-20 miles away.
He suggested trying a calf stretch as it might loosen it up... it didn’t!! So on I hobbled stopping every now and then to catch my breath and trying not to cry.
I sat on the edge of a pavement at one point and took my shoes off and massaged and twisted my foot in the hopes that would help, it did slightly but after a few steps it was just as bad.
I ended up just struggling on bit by bit. It took me 25 minutes to do what half of what is usually a leisurely 10 minute walk. And I was about halfway and had just crossed a side street and I just had to stop and lean against a wall. Whereupon a lovely man in a car, which had let me across asked if I was ok, and could they give me a lift home? I said I was struggling but hadn’t got far to go but he insisted and his wife got out and opened the rear door for me. I have never been so glad to get in a car in my life. They were lovely and dropped me right outside my door.
And now I am back on the couch trying to sort ANOTHER damned foot out. This one will be fine later on I know BUT
The good news is the other one was brilliant and I had to walk normally on it as I couldn’t put weight properly on the other one.
So every cloud has a silver lining they say 😁