Wednesday, 4 July 2012

'Siiiilly me'

'Silly me' that's Matilda's favourite phrase at the moment, and boy do I feel silly myself. I was running down the hall after Matilda a couple of days ago, when I managed to bash my toe against the skirting board in a bid to catch her and avoid the hoover. I let out a scream and, felt a little queasy but it didn't feel so bad immediately. However, an hour or so later, I felt a rush of pain and swelling when I tried to get some shoes on. I looked down and it was black and blue and swollen to the extent it stuck out from the side of my foot.

Ouch, I'd forgotten how pain can be so debilitating, your patience dissipates, your sense of humour fails and you feel exhausted. Furthermore, you don't get a good night's sleep because the throbbing pain wakes you up consequently you can't get comfortable, you get dehydrated, oh I could go - the list is endless...

Luckily, I've not had any errands to run for clients this week so I've been able to work from the comfort of my sofa, though it's not been much fun for Matilda as Mummy continues to be in a foul mood, crying 'ouch ouch ouch' every time she tries to climb up using my feet as stepping stones. Thank goodness for Madagascar and Toy Story 3 that's all I can say. Tomorrow I will have to venture out, please pray the rain holds off so I don't look too ridiculous in my havaianas walking around the streets of Fulham, whilst everyone poodles around in their Hunters! Off I go to take my next load of neurofen...