...except I can't actually walk very well at the moment. On Sunday I was walking down the balcony steps. My foot slipped on the bottom step and as I grabbed the handrail to stop myself falling, my middle toe folded up underneath itself and I heard a crack.
I think it's probably broken. It's red, black and blue and this has spread over the top of my foot too. I'm aware that you can't really mend broken toes, unless there are complications, like a bone being exposed through broken skin, or if it's completely crooked. Mine is still in it's correct position, but very swollen. For the past two days I couldn't put slippers on and have had to sleep with my foot hanging out of the bed. I've taken the right action, icepacks and ibubrofen, and gradually the swelling is going down.
It's sod's law that something happens like this when I have plans. I was hoping to go walking with Annie, Jake and Poppy at the end of this week. I even bought new walking boots on Friday, as my old ones fell apart in the rain in England in December. It's looking a bit doubtful but I'm trying to remain optimistic.
We also had a visit from Gwen and Suleyman yesterday. They were heading over to Bodrum from their home in Aydin and would have collected me on the way...but I can hardly go out in bare feet. They arrived back at our's mid afternoon and we spent a pleasant evening, eating, and generally catching up.
They stayed the night and were going back to Bodrum today. Again I could have gone with them. I tried to put on shoes, but it was impossible.
I get very cross when I fall over or injure myself. It's just clumsiness and my own fault because I just don't take enough care.