Who’d have thought it was such a dangerous game? Well it is, especially in the hands of a rank amateur.
The plaster came off the clinically fractured scaphoid, and although extremes of movement hurt that was to be expected after seven weeks immobilised. So a week later, I went back to badminton – determined to play carefully and not try too hard thus avoiding any falling over scenarios.
And I slipped. Just from a standing start, my foot slipped on the floor and I fell straight down and of course landed on my poorly hand. It hurt. I got up. I finished the game. I then realised that somehow I’d also twisted my ankle and that was starting to hurt too.
When it was time for another game I couldn’t really play with the twisted ankle, so I came home and sulked. Stupid game.