Elliot and Liz (Brads brother and the lady he’s “steppin’ out” with) are down for the bank holiday weekend and want to go to the beach.

Now I’m supposed to be resting my leg and this morning, while giving myself a wash, I decided I wasn’t going to go.

But now I want to.

But then I also think I should be sat here.

Gah!

Well the doc assessed me and said that I haven’t broken a bone and my Achilles tendon is in tact.

No! Really! I already knew that last night!

But then he pointed out an interesting “dark” spot on the x-ray around the then tendon.

So, I shall have this lovely cast on until the 11th. He wanted to make it the 14th but that’s the day we move to Ireland!

On the 11th they’ll remove the cast and decide if I need another cast.

I have been warned to expect to be in a cast for the next six to eight weeks.

JOY JOY JOY!!!

One of the worst things about it is the way my leg has been set. Because the tendon needs to repair I’ve had to have it set at an angle (as shown) which means I can’t actually put my foot flat on the floor.

BASTARD!

- Arrived at A&E.

- Waited.

- Asked for pain killers just as a dead guy arrives in an ambulance.

- Waited.

- Finally got taken to a cubicle.

- Jnr Doc messed with leg. Was very nice.

- Snr Doc messed with leg. Was HORRID! Hurt me a lot!

- Mutter something about damaged tendons.

- Off to X-ray.

- X-Ray woman made me flatten my leg… which I couldn’t do… it hurt…. a lot … I called her a bitch! – then apologised.

- Back to cubicle.

- Jnr Doc says I need a cast.

- Cast lady comes in. Puts bright red cast on.

- Sent home with an appointment at fracture clinic tomorrow. Still in pain but it’s eased off a lot but I think thats the pain killers.

- Thank you to all the well-wishers etc. Thank you