There have been some changes this week! I appear to be emerging out of the hiding under the duvet stage and quietly happy to start living my life again – even if it is on one leg.
I’ve actually gained a good amount of control on the Sticks of Satan, and am able to get about with reasonable ease. My shoulders no longer hurt with the effort of using them and I am a total boss of balancing one leg! Getting dressed is a lot easier, and I’ve learned how to get down on hands and knees to crawl round my bedroom to get into lower drawers etc and to be able to get back up again.
My rucksack really has become my best friend (thanks Mel!), and with this enables me to get all my essentials downstairs if need be.
I also gained the confidence to shower alone – with no assistance this week. I know that sounds totally lame that I haven’t done that before week 4, but this accident has really knocked the stuffing out of me and I can state here and now that breaking a bone shatters your confidence as well as body parts.
In week 1 I completed all of my overdue college work, and then although I had eLearning to do for my new job (that I was due to start days after I broke my ankle), I lost my passion for study, side lined everything, and spent my time reading, watching movies and sleeping. In all fairness I don’t think it was a bad thing – I actually needed to switch off for a bit, but now I feel the need to reboot and get on with all the things that I feel passionate about – including my new job.
I’ve not really written about my job. I think that I’ve felt so grateful that it’s being held open for me that I didn’t want to jinx it. I currently have no idea when I’ll be able to drive again, and therefore no idea when I can start – and I really pray that they can continue to accommodate this.
Twenty two years ago I became a mum. My eldest son was born with a whole range of medical conditions and caring for him became my sole focus. Two more beautiful children followed a few years later, and I was lucky enough to be able to be a full-time mum and carer. In the last few years I started to think about what I’d like to be able to do with the remainder of my working life, should I be in the position to work again. With everything that you learn being a parent of a child (now adult) with special needs, you learn more that you could ever dream possible. And you also come to learn and embrace that you really should use these newly acquired skills in whatever way you can….or maybe that’s just me? Anyway, having left school with no qualifications , I decided that maybe some distance learning would help me get some qualifications to show for everything I’d been doing since I was last in the world of work. My local college offered Health and Social Care NCFE qualifications via distance learning, so I began with a qualification in working with Individuals with Learning Disabilities. I passed – which led the way to me doing two more; Administration of Medication and End of Life Care. To cut a long story short, I applied for a part-time position as Support Worker at the Resource Centre that my son attends and got the job! I began my induction, and was flying high in every respect. And then I fell down the stairs one evening at home – and that, my friends, was that.
Hopefully I am coming towards the end of my time in plaster. In less than two weeks I am back to the Fracture Clinic again. Hopefully I will be free of my cast and then into a boot. And then a new phase of adaptation comes again. I suspect that I still won’t be able to drive again until possibly week 12. However – maybe I’ll be in a better position to spend some time at work – even if it is only shadowing and reading policies and procedures. We shall see what the next appointment brings.