Up until about thirteen months ago, I had never broken a bone in my body. Lucky me then proceeded to slam my poor little thumb on my right hand in my dad's car door and break it.
What joy.
I didn't even know that it was broken. Yes, there was a lot of blood and tears. But my parents didn't suggest taking me to the doctors... CALL THEMSELVES PARENTS?!?
Hmmmph!
So, yes, the poor little thumb it still a bit stiff, but it's near completely healed.
Now, just over two weeks ago, after going to the said SHITTY interview that was for one of those recruitment scamming agencies in Manchester, my foot started hurting and clicking on my way back to Piccadilly station. Next day, I couldn't walk. But a couple of day's rest and my foot was fine.
However, it's been flaring up and... down, I suppose, since then and it's starting to really nark me off. I want to go jobhunting in Manchester and Leeds without having to limp like a drunk everytime I set foot out of the car/off the train etc. etc. etc.
Went to the doc's today and she advised me to get some Ibroprofen Heat Rub, which I have, so hopefully it's only a sprain and it'll heal in a couple of days. Otherwise, after looking at some photos of broken feet on the internet, I'm ready to GO INSANE if this fella's broken.
Because those photos look, quite frankly, minging.
Please, God. Don't let it be broken.
:(
P.S. The doc wants me to go back in a week for a Patient Medical and wants me to take a urine sample along too.
Last time I peed into a jug, I was about three years old.
:/
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