This afternoon, I dragged DSK over the lotty to help with DSI as so much needs doing. DSI fell asleep so DSk started digging up potatoes while i lit the firebin. I then started emptying the old compost bins, putting uncomposted stuff into the bin DSK and I made yesterday. The top half of the first was full of leaves which were very dry. After putting some in the new bin, I decided to put them in bin liners, wet them and leave them to rot. I continued on bin one but it was really dry especially at the back where, what I think were mice started hopping out! The last 45cm or so a

nd some at the front of the bin wasn’t bad compost so I started putting it in the barrow to use on the root beds. DDJ came over the lotty with a mug of coffee and distracted DSK from his potato digging. Then I went to put the bag of leaves out of the way and a pallet that I’d ledged up the front of the
compost bin- stupid - fell on my foot. I was wearing only croc type shoes – again, stupid. OnceI’d done swearing under my breath, I slipped off my shoe and my foot looked like this:
After a couple more minutes it had swollen all over up to my ankle (sorry I didn’t get a photo, I was otherwise busy!), I couldn’t put my foot down and was in a conundrum. I was half a mile or more from home, with a foot looking worse by the minute, and three kids, one of which was in a pushchair. I had a fire going in a firebin (safe) and tools everywhere. I got the kids tidying away while I figured out how was I going to get home. I tried to walk but no joy, I could hop but I couldn’t really get off the site as my plot is so uneven. The only other people on site were the newcomers and I felt a real pratt asking them plus they were in a big van. Hoping DFS was on his way home from his sisters 15 miles away I rang him but he was still there. I said not to worry and rang my parents who didn’t answer. Then I decided to ring DSL as his girlfriend has a car. As I was talking to him my brother, whom DFS had rung, rang me and suggested I get an ambulance. I didn’t want that much of a fuss! In the meantime, DSL and his girlfriend headed home. In my stubborn fashion, I figured out that I could sort of walk if I put my weight on the pushchair and only touched my heel on the floor. I rang DSL to tell him I didn’t think it was broken and I’d rest it and see what happened but as I did, they pulled up outside. Coming in and taking a look at my foot they insisted I go to hospital to have it examined.
So I went to our local minor injury unit with DSL’s girlfriend (GFK) and DDJ while DSL and DSK stayed with DDI. When we got there (and they didnt consider that I could hardly walk so I was struggling to keep up!) it was packed with over 30 people waiting. I’d have happily gone home but GFK and DDJ thought I’d be better off having it checked and voted to go to a hospital I hadn’t heard of before that is normally quiet. It was about half an hour away and yes it was quiet but it also didn’t have an xray department which the nurse said i needed; they then suggested I either go home and rest and go back or head off to a bigger hospital and they gave me crutches that I need to return. Thinking I’d rather get it sorted now after we’d drove around for over an hour and sat in waiting rooms, we headed off with the help of a satnav to find the other hospital. The satnav was directing us one way but GFK spotted a sign for an A&E department so we aimed for that one instead and ended up at a different hospital to the one we’d been refered to. GFK wasn’t convinced (right city, wrong name but I wasn’t going to argue) so we went in. Thankfully they did have an xray and a nurse who’s first consideration was patient pain relief! After another hour it was confirmed, as I’d thought, that it wasn’t broken but it needed rest.
It doesnt look too bad now and much of the swelling is reduced though I still can’t stand on it. partly because it is so swollen still that my toes don’t touch thefloor and partly due to thepain. How easily we do these things but I’m really thankful I’ve got tough bones!
Here’s an update of it two day’s later.