My problem is, I never know exactly where my body is in space so it's easy for me to collide with things literally because I didn't see them.
If intelligence was linked to the number of times I've successfully clouted my head, then I'd be beyond Einstein!
So on that fateful Tuesday, I was running as usual - having several things on the go (and not really able to complete any of them) at the same time (typical of me) I had the back door open so I could pop in and out drying stuff off and I had the boxes out of the loft ready for sorting, cleaning (and drying) and readying for the auction.
I had successfully brought down one box, worked out what it was and filed it in the "Ready" pile; I was now on box 2 - " interesting but saleable?" and was in the process if bringing down box 3 - china from Edwardian and possibly Victorian era.
Mm. This is where I lost 'sight' of where my feet were, and two steps from the bottom my foot sort of stepped off sideways and taking all my weight I went down the last two steps. Attempting to cling onto the box, I tried to stop myself with the other foot and use my shoulder against the wall to stay upright.
There was one flaw in the plan; the strength of the ankle joint at that ankle. It popped, squelched and went sideways giving me a very clear sight of bottom of my tibia pushing with all its might against the skin. My foot dangled at a most jaunty angle and the world began to swirl.
Grabbing the ankle I pushed it straight and felt that gravelly feeling in the joint.
Mm, dislocated and broken.
A lot of the next 30 minutes was and still is a bit of a blurr but holding myself this side of unconscious I scooted on my bottom to my phone.
999...............
Scans.
Drips.
Painkillers.
"Nil by mouth". Three times!
Plate and screws.
Physiotherapy visit.
Sent packing.
Thank heavens for bloody good friends.
So, home and it's about ten days after the incident. The bruising is extensive, the pain, deep and gnawing and pulled muscles, hurting. I am supposed to be full weight bearing in six weeks. Nah, ain't gonna happen.
My left wrist has subluxed, my 'good' ankle is recovering from a bad sprain, my neck is objecting to what's being expected of it and the biggest issue?
My inability to be precise about my location in space makes me rather dangerous on crutches.
Could be interesting. Anyone got a Michelin man outfit?