It wasn't for me though but for my youngest son, he's 11. First day at High School and now he has to take the day off!
Thankfully its just a bad sprain, not a break. He likes to do free-running aagghhhhh! As you can guess we do spend a few days of our lives in the hospital! He twisted it twice, one was then the next as he landed badly on a high jump, as high as the house he informs me......i think he has fisher-mans guage for size hahaha
Anyway long story short, he did it at around 5.30ish, hobbled home, had a warm soak in the bath with radox. Still sore. Then it started to swell more and his cute little toes started to resemble party sausages! So, I phoned my good ol' Dad, explained what had happened. He let out a big sigh and said he would come to take us to A&E. Bless him, he's a spritely 71yr old and lives closer to the hospital than we do! So at around 9pm he drove the 15 miles or so from his house to mine to take us 20miles to the hospital! Past his house!
Anyway, we finally left at 1.45am. No bandage but some good advice and a pair of crutches (which got him over the disappointment of not having it in pot!) so now he has a day off school oh the joys. Now im up at the crack of dawn for my daughter going to school zzzzzzz