So… how many times do we wish for time to ourselves? “If only I didn’t have to do X and could just do Y”. Well right now it appears I got my wish… only I really wish I hadn’t. Be careful what you wish for (note the liberal use of wish). As a noun, a desire or wish for something to happen or, as a verb, to express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable. Hmm, not that I wished to hurt myself of course… so let me explain.
Netball, yes netball, since described to me as “the devils sport!” and responsible for the increased attendance of grown women at their local A&E. This is the reason for my absence. Now many of you will know I’ve been loving revisiting my youth with Back to Netball and my ballet and tap classes. Tricky, as previously discussed on my blog… when dance was your career it is with trepidation that you head back to the barre as not one part of your body can ‘do it’ like it ‘did it’ back in the day. However, I set the fears aside and did it anyway!
With Netball it was different as I really think it was about 37 years ago that I played. So yes, I was GA in Bamford Primary School’s netball team as you can see from the picture above (WHAT WAS WITH THE KIT ?????!!) (and how I was GA I do not know as I can’t shoot to save my life these days) but now I was picking up the WA bib happily (or any other bib that hadn’t been taken by one of the better players, I know my place!) Do you know I loved it and was getting better and fitter… and now THIS. An enforced leave of absence from… well EVERYTHING!
I have to shout from the rooftops how I respect my lovely Mummy EVEN MORE at this stage as she has dealt with more than one, okay two, oh okay – a number of broken ankles, and mine is NOT EVEN BROKEN. Oh how relieved was I to hear that after the doctor looked intently and repetitively at my X-RAY, though I could’ve sworn I saw two lines on it myself. But I’m not complaining. Ah okay, you’ve got me, you’re right, I jolly well am complaining!
So the outcome is that my ankle is NOT broken, it is only been sprained. Charlotte, my trusty friend who drove me straight to A&E and stayed with me till the bitter end, (as it’s never a speedy in and out at A&E is it) said to the doctor “Well that is not a good enough description for that”, pointing to my avocado sized ankle bone. ”We need more!” The doctor did laugh and proceeded to explain the ligament damage bit… Charlotte was now thrilled as I had a PROPER and decent sounding injury to show for my pain!
So it’s been ice, painkillers, elevation and the brilliant truly brilliant Arnica gel who have been my best friends this week. Better best friends than my lovely husband, whom we agreed does not have the carer gene. Even my children who are just busy little bees seem a little too busy for me, or perhaps I’m just a little too demanding! It is a pain to keep asking for stuff and “can you just …” I think that’s been the hard bit, as Mrs Independent has had to step down from her usual position and assume Mrs Helpless. And that DEFINITELY goes against the grain!
On a serious note I saw a post re-tweeted on Twitter this morning about a young disabled boy. His family are raising monies for an electric wheelchair, with no hesitation and with tears in my eyes I sponsored him. How can I even attempt to understand how difficult his life is, always. I’ve watched the sheer genius of Gordon Reid triumphant at Wimbledon as Wheelchair Singles Champion and Doubles Champion with his partner Alfie Hewett, and I regularly witness the sheer brilliance of Jacob, Tom’s friend whose chair is a part of his every day. If nothing else this teeny injury has reminded me I am lucky and as I was told by some friends, sometimes it’s good to just stop, because that way you look, hear and see things differently.
Chat back to me won’t you? As I shan’t be far away (funnily enough!) though am desperately hoping I will be with you on Sunday with the Skechers and Ultrasun shows. I absolutely hate missing coming to QVC and seeing you all, “put the lippy on and get on with it” has always been my motto, so let’s hope I’m mobile by then and with my lippy firmly on… fingers crossed!
Lots of love,