I’ve reached a certain age in my life where even turning over in bed is a potential ACC claim.
I’ve never claimed on ACC, but I feel I’ll be making up for lost time over the next couple of years if my most recent injury is anything go by!
There I was on an early Sunday morning stroll with our puppy Isla. And by stroll, you know I mean being pulled along like a member of a dog sled team. Isla is struggling with the concept of walking at my heel.
So, I was being pulled along, she was sniffing a dead bird, I was thinking about what a lovely morning it was and how many jobs I had to do that day… when all of a sudden, the familiar roll of the ankle happened.
It was a flat grassy area, with really nothing to blame it on apart from my own ailing joints. All fifth-form netballers will well remember the feeling of rolling an ankle.