Ok, so it's not quite disaster, but it is quite a timely (and incredibly painful) reminder that I'm not invincible anymore...  

Last night I was forced to leave rugby training a little early due to an ankle injury which saw me taken to hospital & a cast put on my leg.  It also saw Meg & my mother drag themselves to the hospital at 10 pm (Meg had only finished work at 9), which didn't go down overly well....
What it does mean, however, is that I'll be around a lot more now, at least for the next couple of weeks.  It'll also mean that I'll be treating myself a bit more delicately now - I'd hate for Meg to have to look after two babies at the same time!  After all, I'd be almost completely useless with a baby now...  Moving around on crutches is not something I've ever had to worry about before now, and even though it's quite temporary (fingers crossed), but I'm now very dependent on others and taking care of someone else is totally out of the question.  
The solution?  Well, one obvious answer would be to eliminate the cause, but let's be reasonable, that's probably not going to happen for a little while...  There's threat-minimization, but doing things half-hearted often leads to more injuries.  There's also hoping like crazy that something isolated like this won't happen again - which, let's be honest, has always been my most likely course of action with these things...  

So in the last months of our pregnancy, here's hoping that nothing bad happens...
 





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