Am I the only person who is habitually treated as if he’s been self-harming when he rocks up at casualty with a running injury? From what I hear from other runners I know, it’s pretty well standard procedure.
I have to ‘fess up that I’m not in the best possible mood to write this post tonight, as I’m currently clumping around the house in a ‘boot’ designed to take the weight off a stress fracture in my tibia.
Thing is, I actually first went to A&E with this injury nearly 6 months ago, telling them that I had acquired a stress fracture during a pre-marathon 18-miler. I was fobbed off on that occasion, and on several since; with the result that I’d been limping around for 5 months before the NHS finally caved in to my (slightly petulant) demands for an MRI scan, which revealed, and who’d have thought it, a stress fracture.
Frankly, I don’t know whose side the NHS is on. Salad-dodgers and smokers have literally billions of pounds and thousands of staff thrown at them; whereas those of us who take regular exercise receive only the most cursory attention when we limp into casualty wearing a sad face and a little pair of Ron Hill shorts.
Apathetic as I usually am to politicking and petitions, I’ve got a bloody good mind to start a ‘Look After Those Who Look After Themselves’ campaign, in a bid to make the NHS stop treating us slightly sporty types like second class citizens.
So, that’s it. I’ve had enough. I’m either going to round up some similarly sweaty oldsters and march on Parliament, or…I suppose…I could always sign up to BUPA instead….
Actually, that’s probably less hassle, isn’t it…