My shopping date kindly drove me to the hospital yesterday and pushed me around in a wheelchair, bumping into just about everything in the process, as it’s so far to get to the bone doctor on crutches. I really appreciated that as I was going backwards and forwards to be re-xrayed and what have you. The scariest bit was having the cast sawn off, especially when the nurse made contact with my ankle, not that she cut through it, or anything.

My foot is still slightly broken but the doctor said that it should be alright and then suggested physiotherapy. No, not more money spent on a doctor who makes you do painful things that you really don’t want to do. So I simply asked the doctor if he could give me a few exercises that I could do at home – so he did. My ankle hurts more than ever now, and is just as swollen as it was in the first place – but I can walk, sort of, and I am so glad to see the back of those crutches. For the first time in what seems like forever, my hands don’t hurt from using the crutches and I can carry a cup of tea into the living room – albeit rather slowly.

I am liberally applying Shea butter to the area that was in plaster as the dead skin is falling off at a rather alarming rate. I’ll try exfoliating my leg again tonight until all the dead skin has gone, but I think it will be a while before the bruising goes. Little by little and slowly at first.

I think Hermie is the faster mover in this house – for the time-being.

Share/Bookmark

Some people, whose name I won’t mention, are so demanding. Here’s your christmas card, Vicus.

Share/Bookmark

(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.

Share/Bookmark

The last christmas to be spent in this house was a quiet one. The week previous to it, I managed to fall up the stairs and sprain my ankle quite badly and so I spent the week hobbling around on a rather bruised foot. Come christmas day and I was knocking back painkillers like smarties, not that they helped much. Coralie stayed until the afternoon so we had a drink and something to nibble on before she left. We exchanged gifts, and quite frankly, Coralie is doing quite well for herself.

Tatiana and I then watched a couple of episodes of Desperate Housewives, a present from the girls, before Tatiana embarked on cooking the evening meal of lamb. I managed to prepare the entrée seeing as I could do it seated at the kitchen table, and we both both enjoyed the meal despite the fact that Tatiana almost burnt the spuds. We watched more TV before going to bed after what seemed to be a short day with very little company. Heavens knows where I’ll be next year, but it can’t get worse than this years’.

My dad had sent me a SAD lamp for christmas but due to the weather it hadn’t yet arrived – I could have done with a blast of light. Still, it was the first white christmas that I can remember – ever, although Tatiana had to push Coralie’s car as it was stuck deep in the snow. Even now, the roads are pretty bad, but thankfully, people appear to be driving very carefully, apart from Little Miss Giggles (Coralie) who drove over a pedestrian crossing today that had five people on it. Fortunately, they were no where near the car.

“Oooops,” she said, “I didn’t see them.”

I should have bought the girl glasses for driving – she misses sign-posts too.

Share/Bookmark