On 22 February 2012, around 7.00 PM I was on my way back from work. It was a usual evening people rushing to go back home and one of them was me - Carrying my laptop bag on one shoulder, in proper formals with 2" inches heels, listening to Rihanna on my iphone while getting down the staircase. I was only about 10 steps away from the platform when I saw the jubilee line train approaching the platform. The next tube was after 2 mins but who wants to wait? I hurried up to catch that tube distracting myself from the staircase and missed one of the steps resulting in a twisted foot.
It was normal for me to twist my foot as I am little clumsy and have encountered it few times before. I stood there for a while trying to regain my balance and I heard people asking me "Are you alright?" I smiled back at them and said "oh yeah, Thanks". After few mins, I thought lets go but I realized it was painful and I couldn't walk. A lady gave me support and helped boarding the train. I was moving my foot in the train for ten mins and got down at my destination and again thought "I am okay now lets go". By then the pain was settled and I thought I could walk. I put two steps forward and my foot twisted again as it couldn't take any of my weight and this twist was enough painful to shed my tears off. After that day I didn't try to underestimate the pain and be brave again.
Doctors identified metatarsal fractures in my right foot - in all 5 bones. Initially they wanted to go for surgery but decided that it can be treated conservatively with a plaster for about 6 weeks. When I twisted my foot for the second time I actually broke the broken foot again
Here I am on a bedridden journey for 6 weeks now.
It was normal for me to twist my foot as I am little clumsy and have encountered it few times before. I stood there for a while trying to regain my balance and I heard people asking me "Are you alright?" I smiled back at them and said "oh yeah, Thanks". After few mins, I thought lets go but I realized it was painful and I couldn't walk. A lady gave me support and helped boarding the train. I was moving my foot in the train for ten mins and got down at my destination and again thought "I am okay now lets go". By then the pain was settled and I thought I could walk. I put two steps forward and my foot twisted again as it couldn't take any of my weight and this twist was enough painful to shed my tears off. After that day I didn't try to underestimate the pain and be brave again.
Doctors identified metatarsal fractures in my right foot - in all 5 bones. Initially they wanted to go for surgery but decided that it can be treated conservatively with a plaster for about 6 weeks. When I twisted my foot for the second time I actually broke the broken foot again
Here I am on a bedridden journey for 6 weeks now.
Get well soon babes...the heels are beckonin ;)
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