Attacked by a conker

One minute I am playing tennis, I'm actually doing well, I am running around, working up a bit of a sweat and hitting shots that I couldn't normally hit. I am actually enjoying exercise! Next minute I am face down, chewing on gravel with a cut knee and an ankle throbbing with it's own heartbeat thanks to a rogue conker and my absolute inability to stay upright.

I've torn my ankle ligaments twice in the past, the most recently at Easter when I spent 4 weeks out of action with a black and blue calf and an ankle the size of a space hopper. Up until now, I've still had some discomfort in my ankle if I overdo it, but its generally been ok. I obviously wasn't reckoning on a conker felling me this morning.

I hate that feeling, when you twist your ankle. It's bloody painful - and it throbs for an age. You get a sick feeling, thinking this has to be broken, it's soooo sodding sore, I'll never walk again (yes I know, hypochondriac!) Then you can't get up - especially trying to lift 18 stone on one leg so you flail around like a fish out of water. Then you realise your other knee is cut, then wonder how you've cut your knee but don't have a hole in your jogging bottoms. Then you're picking gravel out of your hand and spitting it from your mouth.

Anyway, I digress..... So, 5 hours later and it's not looking pretty - although I hear purple is quite fashionable this season. Check out the swelling as well, I am in danger of losing my flip flop underneath that fat foot.



I've strapped it up and taken some ibuprofen, but there's not much else I can do. I'm at the osteopath tomorrow for my shoulder, so I'll ask her to look at it as well. Just so bloody annoying when I was actually quite enjoying exercise! I am now sporting a massive cankle, just when it was starting to get back to normal. Woe is me.