I have a broken foot now. Broken feet are not cool.
Specifically, I’ve fractured the fifth metatarsal of my right foot – the long bone running along the outside. How I’ve done it though… to be honest, it’s a bit of a mystery. Not too much point worrying about it at this stage. The foot’s out of action, and there’s all kinds of misery associated with that.
Crutches make it so much worse. I had no idea how hard these things are to use. After a day of minor use, I feel like I’ve been beaten up – so many previously unused muscles are being brought into play. My working leg is sore and exhausted. My groin is exceptionally sore, from holding the other leg plus cast up off the ground when I move. My arms feel like I’ve spent a day bench-pressing… well… me. All is pretty much woe today.
Coming less than a month after my daughter broke her arm, you might think that bone breakage in India has become some sort of contagious disease. Alas, it’s just irony, not playing fair.
Of course, I can now anticipate a decent chunk of writing in the near future, though not even I’m mad enough to consider breaking bones to be a realistic route to same. Still, glass half full and all that. The more locomotive activities I enjoy (casually crossing a room, for example – I miss that) won’t really be on the cards for at least a couple of weeks.
Still, when the crutches are gone, I might need to spend some time with a walking stick. I like walking sticks. They twirl splendidly. Usually, they’re a difficult thing to justify though, so perhaps this would be a workaround.
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