Saturday, December 23, 2006
Foot Fetish
I think I'm nearly done packing. But I'm in such a state of anxiety doing it, worrying about the things I haven't done or might forget. So blogging clearly is the way to alleviate the panic that is building Ever So Slightly.
As the foot is finally starting to look, or rather, feel a bit better I thought it was time to post a few pics of it. As it's fairly gruesome, think Silent Witness, you can click on the links if you fancy it.
Day one, two, four, More4, More4+1, six and finally today.
God my feet need a pedicure, badly.
Back with hopefully nicer photos from Australia.
Happy Christmas!
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As the foot is finally starting to look, or rather, feel a bit better I thought it was time to post a few pics of it. As it's fairly gruesome, think Silent Witness, you can click on the links if you fancy it.
Day one, two, four, More4, More4+1, six and finally today.
God my feet need a pedicure, badly.
Back with hopefully nicer photos from Australia.
Happy Christmas!
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Thursday, December 14, 2006
One Foot in the Grave part 2
Well I'm feeling alot better and though my foot looks like it's been blown up and dyed blue, is surprisingly not sore anymore. Though it looks grim. I'm just certain the discolouration and swelling will go before anyone sees it and god knows the 47 photos I've taken just don't do it justice.
Rather inexplicably, that would be without any kind of blunt trauma or sports injury, whilst sitting at my desk a blood vessel appears to have burst and a haematoma formed on my right foot. A great big, throbbing egg-shaped, can't walk type of lump. What followed was a wheelchair through the corridors of power (aka the office), I was mortified I can assure you, whilst being pushed by a chap from security who tried valiently to injure every other part of my body in the process by wheeling me fowards into each of the many pairs of firedoors to the exit.
Two hours later, some crutches, an x-ray and a young Doctor called Farris said 'there's no fracture, I don't know why it happened, manage the pain, walk on it and it should get better'. Which unsurprisingly I found wholly dissatifying and just goes to show why I shouldn't bother going to the doctor because that's what I'd do anyway.
Still I worked from home today, never got dressed (though did shower) and am drinking wine, so I clearly can't be too ill.
I'm still missing our work Christmas Party though. But if I can't wear by gorgeous red patents what is the point?
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Rather inexplicably, that would be without any kind of blunt trauma or sports injury, whilst sitting at my desk a blood vessel appears to have burst and a haematoma formed on my right foot. A great big, throbbing egg-shaped, can't walk type of lump. What followed was a wheelchair through the corridors of power (aka the office), I was mortified I can assure you, whilst being pushed by a chap from security who tried valiently to injure every other part of my body in the process by wheeling me fowards into each of the many pairs of firedoors to the exit.
Two hours later, some crutches, an x-ray and a young Doctor called Farris said 'there's no fracture, I don't know why it happened, manage the pain, walk on it and it should get better'. Which unsurprisingly I found wholly dissatifying and just goes to show why I shouldn't bother going to the doctor because that's what I'd do anyway.
Still I worked from home today, never got dressed (though did shower) and am drinking wine, so I clearly can't be too ill.
I'm still missing our work Christmas Party though. But if I can't wear by gorgeous red patents what is the point?
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
One Foot in the Grave
And I probably shouldn't forget to post about the medical mystery that found me in A&E this afternoon but I'm tired and my foot hurts (location of medical mystery) and will post tomorrow from the comfort of my sick bed. Or as it is more commonly known as, the sofa.
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