Two and a half weeks ago I broke my ankle. For 24hours after I thought it was a bad sprain but I woke up the following day and knew I needed it x-rayed.
Two weeks later I had a visit to the fracture clinic with an x ray and was told I have to wear the boot cast for another 6 weeks. The x ray wasn’t very clear but the fact that the ankle is less painful is a good sign it’s healing.
A visit to my parents before lunch out gave me a chance to breathe but we had a wonderful meal out where I ate far too much along with my parents and sister.
After lunch in mum and dad’s garden we watched a biplane enjoy the day performing loops and honestly it felt like a display just for me.
Of course my fatigue caught up to me and by 5 I’d fed Rupert and got into bed unable to do anything.
How Rare? 