Week 6 – The end is in sight
This week has drifted past in another blur of having good days and having bad days. It may be a lot to do with the fact that I can count the times I’ve been outside on 3 fingers since I had my accident. In hindsight, the first thing I should’ve done is get a wheelchair on loan from the Red Cross. It might have been difficult for me to get around on my own though, which was one of the things that stopped me. But as least I might have been able to get outside into the garden safely and get a bit of fresh air. Or perhaps been able to go shopping with a friend etc. It sure would’ve made for some interesting blog posts too; me getting carried away in a gust of wind (I live on a hill), or ending up upside down by the wheelie bins in the garden. I rule nothing out where accidents are concerned now believe me! The longer being “holed up” goes on, the more reclusive I can feel myself becoming and that is no good at all. I know that once I’m in a boot my life isn’t suddenly going to be as good as it was before. I know that I’m still going to be pretty much semi mobile for a few weeks yet, but I will be one step further to normality….that’s what I keep having to tell myself.
I’ve been reading other people’s experiences via the internet and social media groups, and I suppose a lot depends on the kind of fracture you have, and whether you’ve had surgery. I think probably I need to stop reading and stop over analysing and just RECOVER! Yes, actually that sounds like a plan!
Having said that I’ve really loved being able to talk to others online, and especially to be able to offer help or be around for a chat to anyone who’s just hobbling around on the fracture start line. My hopes are that my blog will continue to hang around in cyber space and that maybe others will read this and think “Yep, she’s saying everything I feel and really don’t want to admit to!”, or that some link or tip I share will really help someone out. Who knows eh? Anyway, I’m nowhere near signing off and disappearing back off the land of the two functioning leg person for a good while yet – so you are stuck with me!
Maybe the next entry will be from me – free of cast! I have to be honest here and say that I cannot wait to shave my legs again – a quick peek down my cast has pretty much confirmed that I have morphed into a hairy beast of some description (possible a gibbon). I may have to resist the temptation for take my ladyshave to the plaster room with me to de-fuzz the moment that the plaster is removed.
I will see you on the other side!