On Tuesday evening I ended up in a wheel chair in Worcester Hospital's A+E department. Yesterday I was so grumpy and furstrated that I couldn't even bring myself to post about it. Today I have a calmer mind - so here's the story....
I got home in good time on Tuesday evening because I was conscious that Mark had spent the day on his own and time can hang heavily when you're convalescing. Mark listened to my rant about the day (I had been pulled into some terrible politics at work) then suggested a gentle stroll before tea. We did the shortest loop round the village, which is just over a mile. I then cooked dinner.
By the time I'd finished eating I was aware of a painful red patch and a little swelling on the side of my foot. I pointed it out to Mark and we both thought that it could be an insect bite. He went off to meet some Car Club friends and I settled down to catch up on a little light blogging.
After some 40 minutes my foot was so painful that I didn't know where to rest it. I rang Mark and asked him to come home via a shop and pick up some Piriton, as I assumed that I'd just got a bad allergic reaction. By the time he got home I couldn't put any weight on my foot and I couldn't bear anything to be in contact with it. Off we went to the hospital.
Fortunately it was very quiet and I didn't have to wait very long. I was convinced by this time that I'd broken a small bone in my foot or something. It was extremely painful!
Anyway, the Doctor explained that I haven't broken anything. I have Plantar Fasciitis - otherwise know as Policeman's Heel! From what I can gather, the red spot on the side of my foot is where the muscle (tendon?) in the arch of my foot has been damaged. This was compounded on Tuesday evening by inflamed tendons across the front of the ankle. Ouch!
The Doctor told me to rest my foot up, use ice-packs every two hours to keep the swelling down and take regular Ibrufen. As a result I'm at home for the next few days too! The pain has subsided and I'm now using the crutches the hospital gave me to get around.
Neither Mark nor I are good patients so it's hell in our house at the moment. This morning we offically banned the words 'frustrated' and 'work' from our conversations! It's my plan to go back to work on Monday with the crutches and see how things go. Mark, on the other hand, has been told by the Doctors to stay at home until at least the 25th June. He is SO grumpy (but I still love him very much!!!!). I'm just hoping that this marks the end of our run of 'bad luck' health-wise.