What the crutch?

Now this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell ya how I came to end up in crutches and...only kiddin'. In all seriousness, the past couple of days turned out just a little differently than planned! But as we aaall know, life doesn't always run quite according to expectation.

Expertly timed for the day of siblet's arrival in Berlin (sorry b), I woke up on Saturday morning with an unexplained, ex-cru-ciating pain in the side of my right foot; I was hobbling all over the place. In classic Brogues style though (do not try this at home), I adamantly refused to let such a glitch mess with my near-fanatical need for productivity; I did my a.m. workout(!) as per, cleaned my flat, cycled to the Supermarkt, nearly collapsed in Lidl's coffee aisle and breathed through the acute throbbing like - as it soon became apparent - a fool, a damn fool. 

Once I had to revert to crawling around my studio, I finally (but still begrudgingly) took it as a cue that I should probably take a cab to meet siblet at the airport. And get to A+E first thing the next morning. Fast forward to Sunday morn, and we headed straight to the nearest Krankenhaus; a pretty fabulous start to Leila's two week trip I know. It's also scenarios like these where, despite my fairly decent Deutsch skills, you're suddenly thrown into a pool of never-seen-before technical vocab - obviously testing at times, but that's the point of my time abroad, right?

That reflector though.

After six long hours in A+E (on the most beautiful Summer's day no less), I finally got called in to get my X-ray results...which apparently - wait for it - showed no breakages. I was handed four super strong painkillers, and about to be sent home. Then, in a lightning-speed turn of events, the doctor took a second look at the X-ray and came to the totally conflicting conclusion that I indeed had a rather significant break down the side of my foot. Worrying?! So within the space of approximately two minutes, I went from feeling quite relieved (but still suffering indefinable pain) to lying on a hospital bed, leg alleviated, cast, given a stomach injection and told that under no circumstances should I place any weight or stress on my broken side for the foreseeable future. Talk about surreal. 

I won't lie to ya, it's already frustrating as f. But I'm obviously gonna make the best of an untimely situation, and take it as a signal to slow down a bit, allow the lovely folk around me to help (perhaps the biggest challenge of all), and observe the world from a more chilled perspective - even if it only lasts as long as the healing process.