A new week, a new semi-traumatic medical event: this time my leg. All I did was point my foot under the duvet when I was in bed and I was suddenly in so much agony that I was momentarily convinced I was going to have to be blue-lighted to hospital, where they would undoubtedly discover a blood clot the size of a golf ball lodged in a vein in my calf, and then have no option but to amputate my leg.
I Pointed My Foot...and Almost Lost A Leg.
Winner of the Take a Break headlines award, 2026.
