Week 2. And a kick up the bum
I really am going to have to do this another way. I went to the hospital yesterday for my check up. Ankle was found to be in a non-satisfactory position. Cast was whipped off (well, sawn off with that vibrating circular saw from hell) and my ankle was then moved into a totally new position. I didn’t swear, I just stuck my top in my mouth and bit down. After 5 minutes of my foot being held in the new position I didn’t feel the pain anymore….so it’s official….I’m hardcore. In the grand scheme of things I’m not. The folks who have hardware in their ankle are hardcore. I am just so grateful I never had to endure that. I had a new cast to hold my foot, and another x-ray and sent home for another 4 weeks. The Consultant said that when I go back hopefully the cast can come off and I can go into a boot.
However. The swelling I have is not good. And the Nurse picked up on this straight away. I got a telling off. And yep, she was right on everything she said, so I’m abandoning my to-do list because this isn’t a race. I escaped pins and plates by the skin of my teeth and there is nothing to say that in 4 weeks, if my ankle hasn’t repaired well, the decision won’t be made to put pins in then! And that really would be the end of the world for me. The bottom line is I’m trying to do too much and I’m not resting enough. Attempting to load washing machines or trying to live as I did before in any way is not an option as things stand at the moment. I am still going to attempt to get around the house a bit more BUT in short bursts, and actually not for the next few days at least as I need to get this swelling down. I’m at the stage evidently (2 weeks in) where the swelling is at its worst, so I really need to behave and be kind to myself. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.