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.