In my previous post, I reported that I broke my leg. Well, technically, ankle, the bottom of my left fibula.
The question always comes up: "How did you do that?" The answer: "Quite easy really."
Nothing heroic or adventurous... playing with our daughter at one of the local public play grounds.
Recently refurbished, this playground's centre-piece includes a dual slippery slide - just right for our thrill seeking toddler. However, it is set on a mound that is covered by a durable surface, intended to be safer to play on or near.
Toddler placed at the top of the slide; Dad decends the mound to assume the classic catching position at the bottom... slips, grips, falls forward, twist... CRACK... flat on face with shooting pain in ankle and up leg.
Toddler, waiting at the top of slide for me to crawl to the position, slides down; playtime unexpectedly cut short. I will keep the ensuing details and remind her when she is old enough to feel a little more sympathetic.
The thing is... it's THAT EASY. Analogies for life, experiences, ups and downs, good breaks and bad flow here. For now, when you are next playing with your play mate, keep in mind that you may be just a short slip away from a trip (apologies!) to the orthopaedic department.
[With many thanks to the wonderful and caring staff at Sydney's Royal North Shore Hospital]
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