I’ve been injured enough times before to know about R.I.C.E and how important the ice component is to get the swelling in check. As I hobbled my way through the National Park, we came up with a plan that I would ice my ankle and keep it elevated on the dashboard for the duration of our drive to Zagreb so I wouldn’t be gimpy for too long. The big question was where the hell do you get ice when trapped in a national park? See the thing was, we had parked right next to a cafe so all I would need to do was pop in and grab a coke and ask for my ice in a bag. Easy right? It’s me so obviously not! My plan was an epic fail as I wound up with a coke but no ice. The cafe staff looked at me like I was an alien since they couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would ever want ice. Just for the record, neither the frozen bag of peas question nor the charade gestures I was using to explain my predicament helped me look any better in their eyes. So that was that – I was sans ice with an ankle that was double the size and stuck up super awkwardly on the dash. We resorted to Plan B – get ice on the way or once in Zagreb. Sadly, it turns out this was going to be even harder than trying to get ice while in Plitvice Lakes!
The thing was that we were heading to Zagreb on a national holiday and as such – everything was closed. There was no ice…no food…no nothing. At this stage, I was hopelessly dependent on My Aussie Mate who now had to deal with my backpack as well as hers on top of me still attempting to use her as a crutch. Thankfully, the receptionist at the hostel took pity on us and advised My Aussie Mate that she could head into the city centre as there might be one pharmacy open there that could give me something for the swelling. She looked at me and smiled as she said something along the lines of it might be a 10 minute walk but she suspected it could take me longer and thus, close before I could actually get there. Oh vey!
Not adhering to her warning of my slowness – I decided to tag along behind (way behind) My Aussie Mate on this Pharmacy mission which could quickly be followed by some sightseeing (when in Rome right?). After about 20 minutes or so of damn hard hobbling, we finally found one near the main square that was opened. The pharmacist checked out my ankle and provided me with an ointment and a tensor bandage. She said that I needed to take it easy for about a week and it should be back to normal and the ointment would help with the swelling. Again, I asked about ice and got nowhere so it looked as though I was going to be 100% dependent on this ointment which really didn’t seem to be doing much of anything to be honest. Regardless, we took care of business and then attempted to check out Zagreb which proved rather difficult for me in my state. Instead, there was some sort of performance going on in the main square (probably had something to do with the holiday) and so we decided to take a break and people watch before I had to do the painful hobble back to the hostel. Hopefully, my luck would turn around by the time we hit our next stop – Budapest.