MRI

People have been lovely asking about my foot. Latest news is that I went for the much-anticipated MRI on Sunday morning. I’ve never had an MRI before. I was preparing to go all the way into the machine and had been warned it can be terribly claustrophobic but I actually only needed to be about…

Boot

So, my foot saga continues. Today I went to the hospital and met with the orthopaedic team. As I mentioned in my Sick post back in January I have something of a habit of being treated by the beautiful. I maintain that this is not a good thing, it’s awful. There’s nothing worse than having to face Dr Handsome…

Foot 

Remember when I mentioned in my Busy Bristol post that my foot was causing me grief and swelling up like a puffer fish? Well… it would appear that it may have been broken. Not dangling-off-the-ankle-swinging-in-the-breeze broken you understand but potentially fractured. The GP thinks I may have fractured it when I twisted it tripping down a step I didn’t…