Sunday Selfie: Injury Experience

Sunday Selfies are here. Each Sunday I plan to write a post all about one aspect of my life that I find interesting. Hopefully you will find this series interesting. Comment below if there is anything you want me to write about. This one is a little late. I'm sorry about that. 

Tuesday 8th April will mark one year since I suffered my biggest injury to date (and hopefully ever). I thought it appropriate that this week's Sunday Selfie is a good opportunity to reflect on the past 12 months, on behalf of my left ankle. Strap yourselves in lovelies. This could get yucky. There are also funny moments, I promise. 

How did you break your leg Meg?
I broke it walking. Yes. Walking. I slipped in some mud on an incline and rolled my ankle under far further then it was meant to go.

What did you do?
Well, I heard a loud crack, but wasn't prepared for the possibility of it being broken. I sat down, felt like I needed to vomit and then got up and hobbled the 150m or so to work.
I walked in and asked my boss for an icepack. At the time my parents were in New York, so they recieved a text in the middle of the night that said "Don't panic, I sprained my ankle walking to work and I need the medicare number." My boss made me lie down and put my foot up. 

What happened after that?
My supervisor gently told me that the swelling in my ankle was so high that I may have broken something. I then said something along the lines of "so I can't work tonight then?" I called my brother and he didn't answer. I called his girlfriend and she didn't answer. I called my aunt and she came and rescued me. 

nasty, nasty bone.

Two of my workmates hoisted me out there and put me in my aunties ute. We then drove to the doctors surgery, then to the Xray place, then too the doctors surgery, then to the hospital, then, finally after about 8 hours, my aunty took me home.

The Crutches Phase
I was told that I would have to be on crutches for 6 weeks and non-weight baring for the first two weeks. However, it was a gigantic pain in the behind because I couldn't actually get a boot on my leg until the next morning! So I spent a very very painful first night in bed with my boyfriend where I woke up screaming in pain. 
Being on crutches was a total, total poo. My hands hurt, I was super sweaty and slow and just felt immobile. I was a super active person before the injury and was really into running and I just felt shattered. 

Has it been okay since you got off crutches?
Yes, for the most part. Physiotherapy was painful and my therapist was pretty bad. My ankle still sprains and swells easily and I have a bit of flexibility work to improve on. However, I can run again and do gymnastics again and that is about all that matters. 


Until Next Time Lovelies xx

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