If you have been following this blog for a while you’ll know that earlier this year, this happened:
This most recent break happened on a cruise, with my beloved. Day three, people. The remaining 7 days were spent in a wheelchair, wondering exactly how much of a mischief I had done to myself.
Significant, is the answer.
As the cherry on top of 7 years of injuries (following the initial one in 2007), this most recent break finished off the foot and it is getting reconstructed tomorrow.
Yes, I am excited. Yes, I am shitting myself. Yes, I’m remembering to think about how good it is going to be in a few months. BUT I AM STILL SCARED NOW!
So as way of distraction, let me show you how you deal with a broken ankle on a cruise.
1. You crawl to the nearest stairwell, and get carted down to the hospital section. Your ankle gets wrapped up, but still looks pretty damn wrong:
2. You see signs that you wish were relevant to how you broke your ankle, but the harsh reality is that you’re just a little bit clumsy:
3. You make use of the on-ship advertising:
4. You might even find love…
And after you disembark, and the temporary cast is gone, and you’ve done your time in the boot, and you wait for surgery (oh FUCK it’s tomorrow!), it’s comforting to know that someone is keeping a close eye on things:
Wish me luck.