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Sports Injury Related Moan

So I sprained my ankle last summer, comming out of the gym, dontcha know (after a worthy double pilates class) and I was in complete agony, convinced it was broken. My GP said it would all be fine, and it wasn't fine, and I eventually went to a (private) physio, who said it was a rare sprain to the [freak biology word I can't remember], and it needed special treatment. Shame I didn't come earlier. But my GP said it would be fine, I said.

The truth is, I rarely go to my GP. Firstly because they have this system where you have to call up at 9am to get an appointment in 48 hours time (ie this morning for Friday). Except when you call at 9am it's engaged solidly till about 11.30, and then when you do get through it's too late, and you have to call again tomorrow. You get stuck in a recalling, constantly disappointing thang. What's good is, you only go to the doctor if you really need to.

So my ankle was weak for ages, and I wore a support, but was nervous of running and aerobics, but I finally went back to the gym last week. The class was cancelled - bummer, I know - but I went for a little run, and felt happy to back in the land of the exercising.

Another thing I hate about my GP is that if you do go as an "emergency" (which is frankly anything, as it's the only way to see the doctor), if you're childless, they make you wait ages, with phrases like "the children take priority" which is all well and good, but when you feel ill, just makes you feel worse.

The last couple of days my ankle really hurts again. I don't quite know what to do... and guess what. I can't get an appointment at my doctor's till Monday (if I call tomorrow), when I'm at a client site for a coupla weeks.

Moan over.