Had a trip to casualty on Friday evening.
Nothing serious – I was having a session at the Harrogate Climbing Centre (which, incidentally, I can’t rate highly enough) on Thursday, when I fell off the bouldering wall awkwardly and landed on my ankle.
Hobbled home (well, cycled actually) – pretty painful but that’s how it goes.
Anyway by Friday it had swollen to twice it’s usual size, was a horrendous purple, and was very tender to the tough. The good Mrs H. said I needed to take it casualty for an X-ray to make sure nothing was broken.
At this point I have to say Casualty were excellent. I was in and out in well under an hour, including an X-ray and several pokes. I even got a special
You have sprained your ankle sheet, which instructions about how to manage it, and some pysio type exercises to get it mobile again. Nice.
The point of this post (yes, there is one), is the first conversation I had – with the triage nurse…
What seems to be the problem.
I’ve hurt my ankle, and am worried it might be broken.
How did you do it?
Well I was at the climbing wall…
Ah. You were climbing a wall (*writes notes*)
No no – I was at the climbing wall – the one near Hornbeam
Yes – you were climbing a wall
At this point I gave up, and thought that my pride could probably cope with the difference between
injury sustained being a plonker and
injury sustained through pushing the very limit of the human body in the ultimate of sporting achievements. Maybe there isn’t a difference anyway? 🙂