It's all fun and games, until. . .
Sherril and I were having a laugh riot yesterday about how people in London just cannot walk and how often they appear to be walking directly at me on purpose. It's a perpetual game of chicken. There is either no designated side of the street for walking, or there are too many people with too many designated sides. Either way, it's like walking through a minefield, and you're dodging this and that way and running into people constantly. I've both stopped saying "excuse me" (unless it truly was an accident) and deliberately moving only a little for people who think they're entitled and I should move. Sherril's been generally following me and gleefully noting the amount of dirty looks I get when someone slams into my arm. My excuse is that if they'd moved as much as I'd moved out of the way, we'd both be fine.
Anyways, it all abrubtly came to an end yesterday in Chinatown when three separate people all were walking directly at me in three different directions. No, I am not exaggerating. Not knowing which way to dodge, I did some weird spinny thing, which resulted in my twisting my foot on a cobblestone and grabbing onto Sherril for dear life.
At first, it was like "Ow, that was painful and embarassing, but let's move on." As I kept going, though, it got harder to walk. By the time we got off the bus in Camden, I was slowly limping. By the time we got home, I couldn't put any weight on it at all.
After a night's sleep it's a bit better. I can walk on it again, although I'm limping. It still feels stiff and sore. I don't know what I did, but it sucks because it's Sherril's last day and I don't think I can get around. I think that if I stay off it all day, I might manage to get her to the airport tomorrow.
I've never hurt my actual foot before. It's odd. Ankles plenty of times. But foot? My entire middle part of my foot is stiff and hurts. Who knew there were things to twist in there?
Anyways, it all abrubtly came to an end yesterday in Chinatown when three separate people all were walking directly at me in three different directions. No, I am not exaggerating. Not knowing which way to dodge, I did some weird spinny thing, which resulted in my twisting my foot on a cobblestone and grabbing onto Sherril for dear life.
At first, it was like "Ow, that was painful and embarassing, but let's move on." As I kept going, though, it got harder to walk. By the time we got off the bus in Camden, I was slowly limping. By the time we got home, I couldn't put any weight on it at all.
After a night's sleep it's a bit better. I can walk on it again, although I'm limping. It still feels stiff and sore. I don't know what I did, but it sucks because it's Sherril's last day and I don't think I can get around. I think that if I stay off it all day, I might manage to get her to the airport tomorrow.
I've never hurt my actual foot before. It's odd. Ankles plenty of times. But foot? My entire middle part of my foot is stiff and hurts. Who knew there were things to twist in there?