TIFU by trying to befriend a family of goats at the top of the mountain, and now I cannot walk until 2022.

I'll start off my saying that this all began twelve days ago. My partner and I had booked a five day getaway to a train carriage, at the top of a deserted mountain in Wales. It wasn't hooked up to the electricity grid, and all its power was generated from the force of a nearby waterfall.

It's a slice of paradise with the most beautiful views of the valleys and forests below, and the most pitch black twinkling night skies.

On our second day, we enjoyed the freedom of being away from civilization. We spent the whole morning and afternoon, sunbathing naked atop the mountain. I'd never quite felt anything like it in my life. I felt truly at peace.

I spotted some friendly looking goats just beyond some thick bushes at the side of the carriage. I threw on some shorts and trainers, and followed a path round in their direction where I found the gate to their field. They were incredibly friendly and cuddly and enjoyed having their ears scratched.

Unfortunately, I didn't notice a small dip in the ground. I twisted by ankle, which was followed by a series of loud and painful snaps! It hurt more than anything I had ever felt before, and I immediately began to vomit.

I shouted to my partner for help and he soon found me and phoned the emergency services. Due to our location, were told it would be hours until help could arrive. We contacted the couple who own the train carriage, and they organised for their friends to drive up the mountain to help me. They found us, and together they carried me down the mountain. They drove me an hour to the nearest hospital, and I sat for over four hours, in the waiting room.

I was eventually x-rayed and initially told I had two fractures in my ankle. They put my foot into a plaster cast and told me to immediately make my way back to England and go straight to my local hospital.

My father in-law came and collected us and drove us three hours back to England, and dropped me off at A&E at approximately 3am.

It was quickly clear that this hospital had received no warning or transfer for me of any kind. They had no idea I had been sent there, so it was time for me to wait all over again...

Thankfully they were much faster here, and I was quickly seen by my first nurse. I was then sent for x-rays, where they talked me through the results.

I had broken all three bones in my ankle, and two bones in my foot. Along with this, my ankle was sitting dislocated inside the cast.

Less than twelve hours later, I was in surgery for the first time having an external fixation fitted, and I then spent the following ten days in hospital, alone in a room, following very strict bed rest.

No visitors were allowed inside the hospital, so I couldn't see my partner, family or friends. After a week, my mental health was deteriorating quickly. I had barely slept, was getting delirious, crying and otherwise feeling completely trapped.

I must point out that the care at my local hospital was superb, and everyone that looked after me were so kind and funny. They all tried their best to keep me and other patients in high spirits.

With lots of persistence from me, they allowed me to leave the hospital temporarily, with lots of strict instructions to follow. I am currently back at home, on permanent bed rest, with hope of my third operation going ahead on Tuesday.

I have been told that I am going to be unable to walk or drive until some time next year. That there is a 100% chance of arthritis in my ankle, and regardless of my overwhelming phobia of needles, have to have daily injections in my belly for six weeks.

My life has all of a sudden come to a complete halt, and I am currently able to do even the simplest of tasks - all because I wasn't satisfied with naked sunbathing at the top of a mountain and wanted to befriend a family of goats instead.

I suppose that could happen to anyone though...

TL;DR Tried to make friends with some nice mountain goats, but shattered my ankle and now I can't walk until 2022.