I fell over again! Only this time in daylight. I was - rather ambitiously - running up the road, trying to catch up with jillt
, and carrying a weekend bag and wearing sandals with A Bit Too Much Heel. Then my ankle gave way and slipped out from under me, and I pitched forward and landed full-length on the pavement, with an ankle going OW OW OW OWWWWW. I knew it was still twingy from last week, but I didn't think it was actually weakened enough to be unreliable. How educational!
However. I was about 10 metres in front of a chap who caught up with me and started to ask if I was OK, and quickly realised I wasn't so instead started doing things like checking if it was broken. "Nurse in mufti," I thought, and indeed he was. There's a major school of nursing right up our road, see. If you're going to fall over spectacularly, doing it near a regional nursing centre is totally
the way to do it.
I'd twisted my poor ankle good and properly, and I'm the kind of squeamish that really
doesn't like seeing its own ankle swelling up disproportionately. So as soon as I saw how weird it looked, my head started swimming and oozing in and out, and next thing I knew there were two
nurses. Luckily Nurse 2 was female and be-uniformed, so I knew I wasn't just seeing doubles. So there's me, lying on the pavement being fussed over by two nurses, and next thing I know there's a policeman leaning out of a ginormous police van asking what's up.
Right? So now I've got two nurses and a policeman, and jillt
is merrily continuing up the road, expecting me to catch her up, unaware that I'm prioritising getting friendly with the pavement. The policeman - nice chap - cruised off up the road to fetch her; this is the first time jillt
has been pursued by police.
Total count now: me, two nurses, a policeman, and jillt. And a huge police van. Whee!
I might've gone home for a cup of tea, next, but I had a non-amendable ticket to Cambridge and I wasn't going to forfeit that, only I'd wasted rather a lot of time falling over and being dizzy and stuff and wasn't in a state to run for any bus, so the last bit was thanking the nice nurses and getting a ride to the bus stop in the police van (I have never done this before). The people at the bus stop gave me Very Odd Looks when I lurched out and waved byebyes, haha. Then they gave me a Wide Berth and made room on the bench.
Now I'm in Cambridge, with a lot of bandage courtesy of pseudomonas
, and walking somewhat gingerly because there's still rather more ankle than there ought to be and accordingly it can protest that bit more strongly at being walked on. Ought to be more or less okay in a few days, although Nurse 1 said it'd probably take six weeks or so to be fully better.
Anyway, Nurse 1, Nurse 2, and Mr Policeman have to a degree restored my faith in arbitrary altruism. I now know that if you choose your time and place with care, falling over and crocking your ankle doesn't have to be a solitary experience.