After an injury to my foot I sustained over the weekend, I was almost forced to head down to the doctors surgery this morning.

As soon as I walked into the waiting room of the clinic, I couldn’t help but get the cheesiest grin along with a bit of a chuckle. Soooooo many battlers hanging out. There for whatever serious or mediocre injury or illness they have, that’s not what I’m laughing at. More what I found humourous is that as I hobbled along, I was now part of this pack of battlers waiting to be assessed by the most intelligent people to sort out all these battler’s problems. One of these blokes delivered me as a baby. I thought about that for a bit only to realise that this bloke who pulled me from out of my mother twenty years ago, was the first person I ever met in this world. First person to hold me. Must be pretty cool for him, especially to see me now, battling just as much as I was after spending nine months inside another human. Found that a really bizarre thought.

After getting an xray on my right foot, the diagnosis was soft tissue damage and an infected right foot from the cuts after tripping over and flying through the air after a failed sprinting attempt. Hobbling around and antibiotics are on the cards for me for the next few days but fingers crossed with enough ice and elevation I’ll be better than one who bets.