Tom has hurt his ankle. He came home from rugby on Wednesday evening limping horribly. He could barley walk, but elevated his ankle and put some ice on it thinking that would do the trick.
It didn't work. He woke me up at 4am saying he was in absolute agony. So being the good girlfriend I am I offered to drive him to hospital (that's how they say it here, not the hospital). We arrived by 4.30am. Despite being ridiculously early, it was actually nice. It was very easy to find a parking space, the nurse saw Tom right away and he even got his x-ray taken immediately. We probably hadn't been there half an hour when all of that was done.
Then it turned bad. We had to wait HOURS to get the results. Seriously, it was 7.30 by the time they called Tom back for his results. We were both tired and bored by this time, luckily I had a book on me.
The diagnoses - a severe sprain. The doctor had to get a second opinion because he said it looked broken with all of the swelling, but nothing was showing in the x-ray. Doctor man said that breaks don't always show on x-rays in the first 24 hours, so that's when he went for a second opinion. When he got back he asked Tom to try and walk. Tom was able to shuffle for a few steps, so doctor man decided not to plaster his ankle. He was just sent home with pain killers and told to completely rest for the next two days.
Six days later and Tom's ankle is still big and he is still having difficulty walking. But he does say it's not really painful, unless he moves it in the wrong direction. He is lucky that he can work from home and is taking advantage of that this week.
I'm taking good care of him, making lots of yummy food. But more on that in a later post.
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