Right now, my daughter can’t walk very well. The cold foot incident left her limping. She walked slowly and uncomfortably. It was tiring for her. I had to carry her a lot. Luckily, she’s pretty light and I’m sure that being a dancer helps her arrange herself in a way which makes her perfectly balanced and easy to carry.
But I worried about how she would cope when she went back to school. There would be nobody to carry her. One thing I was sure of, she was going back to school after half-term. In herself, she was well. Even the nasty cough had stopped. She just had a painful foot which made it difficult to walk and turned as cold as ice several times a day.
The day before she went back to school, she had a check-up at the hospital. To be honest, this doctor was more thorough than the paediatricians she saw originally. The latest thinking is it’s a nerve problem caused by the virus. She had blood tests (we don’t have the results yet) and will have a scan (we don’t have the date through yet and I’m so desperate for it to come).
And I asked if she could have a crutch. The physio showed her how to walk with it and she did pretty well.
But it fills me with sadness to see it. My little girl. My amazing dancer. Hobbling along like an old lady.
And the endless stares and questions.
‘What have you done to yourself?’
Nothing. She’s done nothing.
When you’re a kid, breaking a limb is cool (yes, it’s also painful). You’ve broken a limb because you’ve done something brave or strong or cool. Even breaking a limb because you’ve done something stupid is kind of cool. Because stupid equals funny. A story you can tell for years to come.
But having your big toe attacked by a virus? Not so much.
She’s attended every one of her dance lessons this week. She’s sat and watched. She’s too dedicated to miss them. She thinks she’ll be dancing again next week, but I just don’t know.
We don’t know anything. We haven’t been given any indication of how long it will last or if there’s anything we can do to stop or mask the pain (ibuprofen doesn’t touch it).
I know it’s not life-threatening. I know it could be A LOT worse. But it still makes me sad to see my fit, healthy 8 year old girl walking with a crutch through no fault of her own and with no indication as to when it will be better for her.