It’s been a long hard winter. I broke my ankle three days after my birthday in January which made an isolated and difficult lockdown that bit harder. I had to wear an airboot day and night, even in bed. After eight weeks it came off but I’d forgotten how to walk, which sounds mad doesn’t it?
Two weeks later, I can walk up and down stairs again, but I had to think, to retrain my mind, to purposely say to myself even out loud ‘heel then toe’ as I had got into the habit of limping and compensating.
