It was when I returned home from the airport later that evening that my leg started to hurt. Well, my knee to be exact.
It started to feel a bit stiff and sore, but as I could not remember banging it against anything, I simply put it down to spending 7-hours tucked up in economy class.
When I woke up the following morning and knelt down to give my 4-year old a long-awaited cuddle, my knee locked and I blinked back tears as my leg felt like it was about to snap in half. It took me some time to straighten up again, as quite honestly I was not convinced my leg would hold my new New York weight. After steadying myself on Buzz Lightyear, I managed to prop myself up on a bookcase and was not in too much pain as long as I did not attempt to bend again.
Movement was restored!
Although, I had to take two painkillers before I could even think about going for my first morning wee. And, I asked the Greek God(zilla) to do the school run, which went down as well as you’d expect after a week on the solo parenting gig.
I continued to take pain relief throughout the day, but it was not making much of a difference. When the pain was there again the following day, I called NHS Direct for advice.
As it takes approximately 3-weeks to get an appointment with my own GP, they advised me to go to a local walk-in centre. Like, now.
When I arrived at the walk-in centre, they sent me to A&E. Like, now.
In the short cab ride to the hospital, I had visions of a blood clot racing through my veins and convinced myself I was about to die. Like, now.
So, when I was finally seen by a Doctor they sent me off for an x-ray on my leg and took some blood.
Hours later when my x-ray came back clear, my blood test did not.
I was given a blood thinning injection in my abdomen and sent home with instructions to return first thing in the morning to have an ultrasound.
Just as I was having another panic attack in the waiting room, HPMcQ walked through the doors bearing a flask of hot tea and a packet of crisps, proving once again that friendships made over the internet are REAL.
The ultrasound was performed the very next day and thankfully was all clear.
Next time I am on a long-haul flight, I will move around more. I will drink more water. I will not enjoy another documentary about One Direction.
As for my knee, just most likely wear & tear on account of its age the Doctor said, delivering perhaps the most painful blow of all.