If one more person refers to me hobbling I will scream. Whatever happened to limping?
A broken bone in my foot has catapulted me to OAP status. (What next, incontinence pads?)
Bear with me. I’m wondering if I’m alone in all this – and I know I’m not! (And more to the point, it’s hardly life-threatening).
I feel as though I have positively morphed from an independent person who could influence their identity through exercise to what I perceive as a flabby invalid to whom the very option of exercise is denied.
At what point was the moment of transition? The moment the fracture actually happened? Or the actual diagnosis?
Was the huge-breasted, flabby-armed, big-bellied entity I dread becoming born in the snap of the bone?
I was in denial until diagnosis.
It came hours after being X-rayed in A&E – initially in the form of an apologetic-looking nurse calling my name and telling me I needed “a shoe”.
A doctor met me in the corridor and took me to a consulting room where she showed me the X-ray – and the fracture.
The good news was I didn’t need a plaster-cast – just the goddamned shoe – which, bulky and OAP-like, was velcroe’d on.
Now I’m no Carrie Bradshaw – but the latest addition to my footwear collection is nothing short of hideous.
Of course there’s always the option of not wearing it all. I go through phases where I kid myself that, because my boots match, the fracture never happened.
In more accepting moments, there are still problems.
After all, the shoe I wear to the office on my healthy foot actually has a thinner sole than the one on my injured one. (Heels are definitely out).
So – unevenly shod – I’m more likely to limp anyway!
Or am limping because I’m wearing a therapeutic shoe which everyone can see? Indeed I often feel duty-bound to do so for that very reason!
And the latest news? Apparently we’re all too sedentary – “sitting is the new smoking” and “the couch potato culture has spread to the workplace”.
Standing up will at least use up some calories.
Well, normally I’d welcome a story like this – but injury means a nice little calorie-burner like standing up for longer periods of time is not really an option for me.
Read the article here
And I’d like to think the foot will heal at some point so I can help Get Britain Standing (Have a go at their Sitting Calculator – I wouldn’t dare!)