I've been absent from here for a few days as I tumbled out of my patio door on Friday en route to hang out the washing and ended up in a heap on the ground after tripping up on the door step! I knew immidiately it was broken, not because it hurt... it didn't really, but because when I moved my leg.... gingerly to try and sit up, I could see the ankle was not attached to the rest of the leg by the way it sort of wobbled! At this point, I though help might be quite a good idea so yelled out a couple of times, but found every time I lifted my head more than a few inches off the ground, I thought I would pass out! Apparently no-one locally was gardening so realised there was nothing for it, but to try and get back into the house to a phone. It was the longest few meters of my life! Fortunately, I had a phone on charge just inside the door, so half in and half out of the house dialled 999. The ambulance crew were terrific, and managed to splint the leg and get me onboard, again with the minimum of pain.

So... the upshot of it all......................... I managed to break the end couple of inches off both the tib and fib ( now pinned and plated together), dislocated my ankle ( manipulated back), and tore ligaments and tendons ( repaired), and was in hospital 4 days. ( Booted out yesterday.)

At the moment I have on a backslab plaster, but when the stitches are removed in about 10 days, they'll put on the 'proper' plaster which I'll keep on for a further 4-6 weeks.


I feel such a prat.