Over My Shoulder 

Today is the 1st of November 2017.

I’ve been meaning to post an update for some time now, but life has been keeping me pretty occupied since I shed my Sticks of Satan back in March. 

I began my new job….and I love it. It’s not easy sometimes, but I really believe that throwing myself into it actually helped my ankle heal much faster.  I purchased all sorts of ankle supports and a really comfy pair of trainers (Skechers) and again I believe that was a factor in my recovery. 

I’ve had one minor backwards step. We went on holiday in July to Norfolk as we’d planned, and I managed to get down to the beach via the steep steps I feared I’d never negotiate earlier in the year. However, going down in flip flops and not wearing my trusty trainers for walking in meant I pulled several muscles in my ankle and I’m still recovering from that now. Things are improving though, so I’m just making sure that I’m extra careful. There is always an elastic bandage in my bag for if I know I’m going to be on my feet for long periods of time. 

I think the best piece of news I can give you is that I wore heels again the other week albeit for only an hour or so….it felt so wonderful to be free of “sensible” shoes, but I was glad to take them off! 

Looking back I can still remember clearly how difficult those weeks were when I was off my feet. I don’t ever want to go back there again, and as a result stairs do mean a dose of paranoia about being super careful! There are still days when I go up and down the stairs like a toddler….one step at a time. 

So if you’re reading this, and you’re new to the world of ankle/foot injuries just know that you’re far from alone. Take one step (literally) at a time. Always go at your pace.  Take the opportunity to rest and revaluate knowing that this is temporary….this will end.  And know above all that your life WILL be nomal again before you know it.

Thanks to all of you who have shared my journey.

All my Love and best wishes to you xxx

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Freedom

Week 9 – My Consultant was right

I was really quite cautious about embracing the optimism shown by my consultant when I had my plaster removed.  Two weeks to shed my boot and crutches….and then physiotherapy and maybe a year (or more) of swelling and pain if I’ve had a particularly busy day.

The boot went within about 36 hours.  I knew that I wouldn’t have a real chance of getting back to normal clomping around in it.  Especially when it had only been given to me to increase my confidence in walking.  Within a few days I was down to one crutch, and at the end of last week (1 week after seeing consultant) I was actually able to hobble around with no crutches….although they were never far away in case I needed them.

The big news is I’m driving again!  My consultants instructions were that as soon as I was free of boot and sticks I could drive.  Some more supplies were required for my son at his resource centre – and my husband had forgotten them….and there was no way he could get out of work to deliver them!  He barked down the phone that I should get a taxi.  But as he said this I looked out of the window at his car (he was using my sons adapted car as he was still in charge of getting him about) and thought “Well, I really owe it to myself to see if I can at least operate the clutch!” To cut a long story short, I felt no pain at all….I drove round the block first, did an emergency stop and everything was fine, so off I went.  Those 30 minutes were so liberating.  I would’ve wound the windows down and screamed “I’M FREEEEEEE” at every passer by…but decided against it.

Following my break for freedom I decided that I needed to see if I could clamp my sons wheelchair in his car, so under supervision from my husband, I did just that.  It’s hard work – but I can do it….although it’s taking me longer than usual.  So Monday this week saw me back on the “College Run” and hubby back to normal working hours!

HOWEVER…..even bigger news….the biggest of big news, is that I started my new job on Tuesday!  At last!  Before anyone tells me that I’m doing too much too soon, I will point out that I’m only working one and half days a week – that is currently all I’m contracted to do.

Pain and swelling wise the consultant was right on that too.  Evenings are hideous.  By 9pm I’m back on two crutches and begging for my bed.  A good sleep reboots me, and normal service is resumed to next morning.  I am resting with my leg up whenever I can and this always helps.

All in all, I’m feeling really positive.

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Fresh Air

Week 8.  Liberation

Two days ago, on Thursday 9th March, I was finally set free from my cast.  I wasn’t certain how the appointment would go, but to my joy, the circular saw from hell removed the cast, the consultant tapped my the bottom of my foot and my ankle joint and asked me if it hurt (which it didn’t) and he declared me healed!!  I was given a boot, just to ease me back into weight-bearing, and obviously I still have my crutches.  However, I was told that he expected me to be free of both the boot and the crutches within two weeks.  At the time this seemed like a tall order.  As I eased myself off the plaster table with my newly acquired Darth Vader boot, the prospect of putting one foot in front of the other seemed very daunting.  I do have some physio sessions ahead of me, and I don’t have to have injections anymore.  Also once I’m free of both and both my Bitch Sticks I will be able to drive again!

One of the big surprises once the cast came off was the amount of dry skin that was living under the plaster.  I’d spent a few days fearing Godzilla legs, but I will he honest now and say that it’s not the hair that’s the shocker.  The dry cracked skin is really something to behold.  It wasn’t apparent straight away, but I discovered over the next few hours what was happening to my skin. I’m using Palmers Cocoa Butter skin oil to relieve the dryness, and it’s doing a good job.

Mobility wise, its early days, but I’ve already been able to dispense with the boot!  And I can quite easily potter about the house, very slowly, with just one crutch.  I do still feel ‘safer’ with two crutches when outside the house though.  Today I actually went into a supermarket for the first time in 2 months!  I took things very slowly, and I lived to tell the tale, although I think I might pay for it later swelling wise.

I really feel that I’m going to come out the other side of this and get on with my life.  And I can’t tell you how happy that’s made me.