I went to hospital last Friday to get x-rays and double-check the damage. Turns out I didn't break anything - mind you, the girl labelled my x-rays "left foot" when quite clearly it was the right, what with the enormous swelling and all. And before you start on the Queensland Health jokes, I had in fact ventured to the St Andrews Emergency Centre, a private hospital for war veterans. I'm not sure whether it was a compliment to have a nurse say to me "You're the healthiest person I've seen all week!". Certainly I felt a bit bad being wheeled around in a chair - but then, it would've taken me an hour to limp from triage to the x-ray centre.
I was amused at overhearing a doctor try to diagnose a poor old bugger who'd been brought in with some sort of breathing difficulty and possibly an exisiting condition. I say 'overhear' as if I was eavesdropping but in fact you can't really help it when the doctor leans into said old bugger and yells: "Why are you in the hospital today? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
No wonder the old dude was confused. Isn't it the doctors' job to find out?
They gave me crutches and a compression sock (TUBIGRIP!), which subsequently got covered in fake blood in the final two performances of Prognosis: Death! Pandemic, giving my injury an even creepier appearance. They were great shows, and I managed to stay upright and walking for the duration, but the act of wearing shoes has somewhat brought up the purplish-green bruising on the old footsie.
I still haven't taken any painkillers for it; it's just more inconvenient to get around on. A pity too, as I would have loved to spend some money going clothes shopping on my holiday, which is rapidly approaching its end (and yet, I don't feel rested). Mind you, the $250 hospital trip did somewhat deplete my fiscal resources. That's why you'll see I've used Blogger's new pages function to set up a section all about me, in the hope that someone might hire me to do some freelance copywriting or travel writing or writing about anything for them. I may be Captain Limpy, but I'm cheap, y'all.
Those colours are spectacular. And the striations provided by the Tubigrip can give you that really funky tactile experience...
ReplyDeleteHope it continues to improve. The things we do for art's sake?
Mmmm looks a little less swollen than when we saw you Friday nite. Keep resting it as much as you can before you go back to work.
ReplyDeleteIf you really MUST go shopping, head into one of the big shopping centres where you can get a wheelchair. They have the motorised ones in some now....plenty of opportunity to cause Havock and Mayhem!
That's quite a disturbing picture. It looks like your holding someone else's severed limb in some sort of Dexter'esque photo shoot.
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed you can pretzel yourself into enough of a knot to even take the photo and still have something that looks more a smile than an agonized grimace.
ReplyDeleteI am so impressed that you suffered injury just to look the part for the stage show "now with real banadages they cry".
ReplyDeleteHope you get less limpy soon.
"I'm impressed you can pretzel yourself" - DrYobbo
ReplyDeleteI reckon that so long as she doesn't start tearing her toenails off with her teeth, she's still alright in my books.
Bet yer can't get ya foot behind your head. o.O
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh ouch GC. I'm sorry!
ReplyDeleteYou first moko.
ReplyDeleteGC, folks coming in late could come to the mistaken conclusion that you'd bitten your own toes and were pleased with the results.
Well, I thought so for a minute there, at any rate.
If you feel like shopping I'll give you the address of the podiatry store where I get my orthodics.
How come it didn't print my name?
ReplyDeleteDoh.
Quokka
Take care of dose toes, missy.