Ankling for sympathy

I've done something to my ankle.

Not exactly sure what, but it's bloody painful. It came on yesterday after my journey to Sheffield but at first I thought it was just aching feet having walked a little further than usual. The ache gradually got worse during the day but even so it wasn't as bad as I've had before from time to time so I pretty much ignored it, even though by the end of the day I was limping quite a lot.

I struggled back to the station making sure I left plenty of time to catch the train, and later across the road to the car park but once I was home I didn't notice it getting any worse during the evening.

This morning was a different story. I woke early - around 4.30am - and couldn't get back to sleep. There was no position where the ankle was comfortable, unless I rested it on my other leg and in that position sleep was well-nigh impossible. In the end I gave up shortly after 6 and got up. As soon as I put my foot on the floor I knew I was going to have trouble putting any weight on it, but of course I had to somehow get to the bathroom! Ow! And then downstairs! Ow! There was obviously no chance of me going back to work today. Not only was I supposed to be in Sheffield again (more walking), I couldn't even drive with this amount of discomfort as I wouldn't trust myself to change gear.

Been resting it all morning and it's a little better. At least I can put my foot on the floor without wincing. At this rate it'll be at least two days before I can return to work. The real mystery is how it happened. I don't remember twisting my foot or ankle and I certainly didn't turn it over. It just started as an ache and got worse.