On 22 August, 2012 I took a foot selfie. Fractured fibula, six weeks in plaster - all good.
On 28 September, 2012, the plaster came off and I took this foot selfie when I got into the car outside the physiotherapists.
Nothing from inside that plaster that a good loofah and a slather of moisturiser won't fix.
Today - 3 December, 2013
After struggling for almost sixteen months with pain and swelling, I had an appointment with an ankle specialist last week. Today I've had an MRI and been fitted with this fabulous device called an aircast or moonboot. The specialist is of the opinion that I have torn peroneal tendons in my ankle, which would have occurred the night I fell down and snapped the fibula. This is yet to be confirmed by the MRI, and I won't know for sure for another week and a half. In the meantime, it's now summer and this is a very tightly fitted piece of plastic. Which I may need to wear for three months . . . i.e. till the end of summer. Happy days.
