Cazzle's Blurty

Oh very dear.
I was today on my way back from a lovely 'weekend' at the good Mr Ball's, and I had to catch a connecting train at Derby station. In my haste to find a working display board, (to find out which platform I was supposed to be on), I went down the steps to platform 4 a little bit quickly. I was so busy trying to read a partially-obscured sign that I totally missed the last three or four steps, and landed right on my backside, with my left ankle tucked nicely under my whole body.

I quickly discovered that I couldn't bear any weight on it, and a couple of fellow passengers who'd come across to help went and found the station manager, who brought me a wheelchair. At that point i had been hoping to get straight on the next train, but after getting into the chair, my vision went, I got really hot, and then I threw up on the platform. The shame! (I apologised to the station manager, who did not mind one jot.) It was then decided that maybe asking for the paramedics was a good idea after all.

I got to go in the back of an ambulance! They gave me gas and air! It was all terribly exciting.

By the time we got to hospital, the paramedics had put a box splint on my foot, and I got examined and prodded by a few different people. They sent me for an X-ray and concluded it wasn't broken (phew) but as it was still the size of a goose egg, I'd snapped some ligaments. Hooray! Or, you know, not.

They gave me crutches and drugs, and the nurse called a taxi for me. What a nice lady. Then the taxi driver carried all my bags into the taxi and i hobbled in. HE loaded me up like a pack horse at the station, and I hobbled to the platform to wait for the train. I finally got home about 40 minutes ago, and my poor foot is on pillows with ice.

I somehow don't think I will be at work tomorrow!

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