Fuck me! I leapt around the kitchen doorway, just before 5pm yesterday, to answer the phone, landing on my left foot just inside the kitchen. I felt my left calf muscle go, excruciatingly so. It felt like the muscle rolled around my leg bone and then rolled back again. I collapsed onto the bench with the phone to my mouth saying hello, breathlessly, trying not to scream into the receiver. Of course, there was nobody there.
Now I can't walk.
Well, I can walk if I turn my foot out like a penguin, but if I try to walk in a straight line, it feels like somebody is driving a knife into my calf.
I called the doctor, who couldn't fit me in, naturally, but I wasn't sure how I was going to get there anyway, as I drive a manual car.
Call first thing in the morning, the receptionist said. And we'll try to fit you in.
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Hmmm...sounds pretty bad. Perhaps it's worth a trip to the emergency room?
Yes, my doctor couldn't fit me into day, so it looks like I'm off to St Vincent's emergency. Wish me luck.
Luck!
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