Probably a stress fracture, said the nurse. They often don’t show up on x-rays.
I spent a dull afternoon in Minor Injuries. There were only two members of staff on duty. The television was on. That mindless daytime diet that atrophies the mind. I found I could not read. Two of my fellow waitees struck up a conversation. It was mainly about footwear; heels versus flat shoes.
I kept quiet and tried to stop my eyes from closing.
After two and half hours a version of my name was called. I removed my shoe and sock. The nurse pressed in various places; nothing. I wondered if by some miracle my foot had mended just by being in the hospital. She pressed again and I gasped. There, I said rather needlessly.
The nurse nodded. Do you walk much? Yes, I said. She delivered her diagnosis and gave me directions for x-ray. More barefoot action and then back to Minor Injuries.
She was right, it didn’t show. Rest as much as you can, she told me, and come back in two or three weeks if it still hurts. We may have to lok at your lifestyle. Can you take Ibuprofen?
So my toes continue to feel as though they are about to cramp; my foot feels swollen but there is no swelling, and it hurts like billy-o when I try to bend it.
I am sincerely hoping that in a couple of days I will feel as right as rain. Looking at my lifestyle sounds ominous to me. I’m not ready to be consigned to the sofa just yet.