(Photo taken by Coralie who isn’t used to my camera, hence the blurring.)
Coralie kindly drove me to A&E yesterday and even waited with me. I was seen to pretty quickly and the xrays proved that ….. I’ve broken my foot somewhere just below my little toe which is why I am now in plaster for the first time in my life. I have to go back next week to see the foot doctor and see if I can have a plastic support for my foot which will make me far more mobile than I am now. I’m supposed to be lying down but I simply don’t have the patience to spend all day on my back unless otherwise occupied and have become quite good at going upstairs on my bum, and coming downstairs upright with the aid of a crutch and the banister.
This morning, after giving myself my anti-blood clot injection, I managed to have a sit-down shower with my legs dangling over the side of the bath – one of which was completely wrapped in a plastic bag. I’m so used to being independent that I get annoyed at the things that I can’t do – like carry a cup of tea into the living room, cook, go down to the cellar, etc. Hopefully, I’ll be more mobile next week, and the pain will have subsided somewhat.
I really must thank Coralie for her amazing patience in the hospital, on the way home when she stopped off at a pharmacy to get my crutches and even bringing me lunch before she shot off like a bat out of hell with her boyfriend. That was when I realised how much I needed a cup of tea as I was parched. I finally made one and put it into one of those cup flasks and slowly moved it along into the living room by poking it with a crutch. I’d just got to the sofa when it fell over and the top opened, spilling half the contents on the floor.
Disaster. I went back to get a mop before managing to sit down to drink the remains of the tea.
How I broke my foot is beyond me – I must have hit it against a stair – so I am much more careful now. I think I defy gravity as falling UP the stairs is quite an achievement.
Most people fall down them.