More like my father than I thought

Ankle is healing nicely.  Foot is broken.

Had x-rays today, which show a clean break at the base of the 5th metatarsal. We went to the GP, to the radiologist, back to the GP, and then off to emergency at Hornsby hospital.  Saw a very lovely Scottish Dr. with a fab accent who assured me that a world cup football (soccer) player had exactly the same injury and healed up well enough to play for England.  So this won’t compromise my chances of playing in the World Cup.  Will go to the fracture clinic next week to get it looked at by a specialist, but odds are that I won’t need further treatment – apart from rest. About 6 weeks worth.

Which means that I won’t get most of my ambitious to do list done before I go back to work.

I am pissed off at myself, but not in very much pain, and I probably won’t need surgery.  It could have been a lot worse, and I am very much in touch with the funny side.

P.S. Hornsby Hospital has lifted its game considerably. Last time we were there was a nightmare, this time, we were in and out within 20 minutes – and that includes seeing an emergency doctor. My faith in the public health system is restored.