Isn’t It Ironic, Don’t You Think?
I think I’m cursed.
Yesterday morning was like any other Sunday morning, I got up, I readied myself for football and got there with plenty of time to spare, looking forward to ninety minutes of Sunday footy.
Twenty minutes into the game, one of the opposing players decided to launch himself at me, I was already committed to the tackle so I couldn’t pull out. The end result was me on the floor holding my ankle cursing the referee for having the cheek to not even award a freekick, let alone check if I was OK!
I tried to run it off but there was no chance, I was walking like I had been shot in the kneecap. Coming off, I pulled down my sock and there was a gigantic ankle staring back at me. The game ended, I drove home and tried to milk as much sympathy as I could from Katie…and that was like getting blood from a stone!
My day didn’t end there, I quickly showered and drove us both over to the In-Laws, there was a 600lb fish tank that needed lifting into their house. Being completely honest, I was as useful as a chocolate teapot, all I could do is hobble as we carried something that could have accommodated Shamu into the house.
We watched the Carling Cup Final and saw my beloved Tottenham lose, we returned home to watch a film and have an early night…or so we thought.
Katie looks at my leg/ankle, it was feeling a lot more than a sprain and the pain was a lot more specific than general swelling. I was convinced to go to A&E at the hospital, where we waited only briefly before we spoke to a triage nurse and getting some X-Rays done.
Returning to the waiting room, we were amazed to watch a middle aged man stand up, pace up and down the corridor and let off the almightiest fart, to which Katie and I burst into fits of hysterics. Shortly after that, I was called back to see the damage to my ankle/leg.
As you may have already guessed, it wasn’t good news. The X-Ray had quite clearly shown a fracture to the bottom of my leg, one that would mean a cast and no football for me for quite a while. I was duly bandaged up and sent on my way to return a couple of days later.
I sit here typing with my leg elevated, trying to ignore the dull ache of my fracture. I will be sporting my cast for four weeks minimum, a period where I will be very reliant on Katie. This could be much to her delight as she can throw all the things I said to her when she was in the exact same situation back at me!
