I Have a Blinking Broken Foot

>I have a blinking broken foot. By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author & Poetry soup honourably mentioned. I have a blinking broken foot. My left one can you not see. The picture’s on my Facebook page. For all of you, to preen! I did not do it in action. Nothing brave at all. I was just getting out of my bed. Tried to stand, had a dead leg. It was my left one on that day. It let me down. It did I say. I collapsed onto the floor. Straightaway I did, I implore. I called for help. No one did hear. My telephone I had not near. Straightaway the pain did flow. From my foot to my brain cell, you know. Somehow I dragged myself back to bed. My left foot throbbed right to my head. A bad sprain I thought you see. When my wife came and looked at me. I dosed myself with painkillers true. And I ice packed it as you ought too. No good did it really do. The next day I saw my GP. My daughter took me in her car you see. As no way could I drive that day. Bloods were taken very quick. We were sent to hospital for an x-ray of it. Whilst there, a Doctor did phone me. Said I must go to A&E as my blood result did say. I was at risk from deep vein thrombosis today. So daughter took me there, I said to A&E straightaway. And in three hours, they did say, we are admitting you today. X-rays were done straightaway it was no sprain I have to say. Just a broken bone today, so overnight I did stay. Daughter left went on her way I missed the meal too late they said. But they found some bread and cheese, which I ate. Forgetting my GP said cut it out. My foot was placed in plaster. Then nil by mouth appeared above my bed. In case I needed an operation they said. But the next day, the specialist examined me. After breakfast time you see. Which I missed as nil could enter me. Another plaster cast today and x-ray. Then I could be home on my way. Formalities took all day. But daughter was there to help I say. Although I am now home in pain. I’m back, at hospital tomorrow again. And if everything seems okay! When they do the next x-ray! Home, I will come with the pain too. And five more weeks will have to do. Then with luck the cast will be taken away. And I shall be taught to walk again they say. I have to inject myself in the tummy. Which I do not think is very funny. But I have to keep my blood thin and running. So no deep vein thrombosis! Can kill me, which is not funny. And that’s all I have to say. About my broken leg today. Pains not gone as it do when I write about it<