Alfie was at school. Esme fell asleep. I kept popping ibuprofen and arnica, got my leg up, and enjoyed a Paris-Dakar documentary on the iplayer with a honey mustard bacon baguette.
Still swollen though, still weeping when I use my foot, but early signs of healing are there. Definitely much less painful to use already. I'm optimistic of being able to board the plane in relative comfort.
Picked Alfie up from school and he's on the healing couch with me too. Head on collision with another trike!
The only other thing I did was buy more Bepanthen. Kinda getting through that stuff!