I was four years old when it happened. Mum had gone out to a Tupperware party – she was a demonstrator, and went out 2-5 times a week. Normally my sister and I went to our next-door neighbour if she had a party during the day, but for some reason that day, we went one house further down.
Sean was a year younger than me, and quite frankly, a pain. I was normally quite happy to play with anyone, even letting other children take a toy I was playing with. There was plenty to go around. But this day Sean just could not leave me alone. Everywhere I went, he followed. He chased me around, so I hid behind the television set. They were much bigger back then, and this one was on a small table. Sean still would not leave me and in trying to get at me he pushed the television over. It landed on my foot. His mother came running when she heard my cry. After checking the television was not broken, she realised that perhaps I had been injured in some way as I was still crying.
So, over the road she headed for a neighbour who had been a nurse. She decided that there was no significant damage as I could still move my toes. And another neighbour who had first aid qualifications agreed.
When Mum came home she was informed about the incident, and took me home to rest. But my foot still hurt and I could not walk on it. When Dad came home from work, they decided they should head to the hospital to get another opinion. My first x-ray! Yes, there was a hair line crack in one bone (or maybe it was two). After some discussion, it was decided that they should put on some plaster as I was so young. This would provide some support while the bones healed. If I had been an adult, or at least old enough to be careful, they would only have strapped the foot.
The next day, we were back at the hospital to have a heel added to the plaster. I walked a bit funny for a few weeks while the plaster was on – and for a week or so after it came off while I got used to being without it.
I had a third visit to the hospital to have a further x-ray before the doctor would take off the cast – and yes it was healed, after all it was only a hair line crack. But the doctor gave the wrong instructions to the nurse as to how to cut off the cast, and it was a real battle – it hurt a lot. But another doctor came in and saw what was happening. He took over, and soon the cast was off, and all was well.