Originally for the 30-Day Blog Challenge. Now just a blog about a flailing mermaid |
Hey guys! Its been a while so I figured, since Iām awake stupidly early, I would actually come by and write a blog post. Iāll be honest; I thought Iād have blogged about my wonderful wedding and honeymoon by now. But so much crap has happened since then that, unfortunately, it feels like a very distant memory. So, as you can probably tell, there is a lot I could blog about. But I think Iām going to be very selfish and write about my broken foot. Iāve been pretty up beat about it so far. However, I have a feeling it might start getting me down! How did I do it? Well⦠pretty easily really. I was walking from my car to my house ā quite desperate for the loo ![]() Luckily, Chris was off sick from work (another long story) so was immediately down to see what was wrong. He started to call for an ambulance straight away, but I stopped him. Iām usually very good with pain ā I can deal with it and get on with it. So, I said ādonāt worry, Iāll be fine in a few minutesā. God, I am so stubborn! But when I discovered I couldnāt even get off the floor into the armchair, I had to admit defeat. An ambulance was called and off to A&E we went! Again! (weād already been there that week for Chris). By the way, our toilet is upstairs. So, no, I didnāt get to the loo ā it was a good 90 minutes until I did! ![]() Now, those of you who know me and/or have read my blogs/poems/stories, will know that I have an impairment (Cerebral Palsy) but that I am extremely positive about it. You will never ever hear the words āI wish I was normalā (or anything to that effect) come out of my mouth. That is, until something like this happens! You see, the problem is, I am never still ā unless Iām asleep or very very calm. When Iām in pain/tired/stressed, I am even less likely to be still. If I try to keep still, its worse. The words I hate anyone saying to me are ākeep stillā⦠sheeeesh really? ![]() So, you break your foot, youāre gonna wanna keep it still. Fact! Imagine not being able to! Yup, ouch, itās going to hurt ā a lot! Also, Iām a bit of a horse so painkillers donāt always work on me. Iāll get to that in a bit. First of all they x-rayed my ankle, not my foot. Therefore, told me I was fine. I almost guaranteed them it was broken (I knew, because of the pain ā Iām no wimp, as I said). So, they showed me the x-ray to prove it⦠āerr well, yeah I know my ankle isnāt broken, I never suggested it was. Try again!ā⦠So, they did, and I was right! Big olā break on the side of my foot! Oh balls! I didnāt actually want to be right! Then the fun really began. The painkillers Iād had were doing nothing. So I managed to get some Oramorph (oral morphine), which did nothing much. I told you, Iām a horse ![]() At this point, I feel I ought to explain my feet. I can obviously walk, so when I put my feet on the floor I can get them flat and fairly straight. However, at rest or when I lift them up they naturally turn inwards ā because thatās what my muscles want to do, clearly. So, the next option was to cast it and try and cast it straight so I could put some weight on it. So three people tried to do this, while I was on gas and air trying my hardest to relax. They managed to do it pretty well. However, within about five minutes, I was in absolute agony⦠I could feel my foot fighting the cast trying to pull inwards. I knew this was a bad idea as if it was left like this, itād continue to fight it and no doubt make the break worse. So, off the cast came ad, despite all the drugs Iād been given, I was still in extreme pain. The only option then was to admit me for a night and give me IV morphine. Luckily that actually did help! Phew! However, they had to cast it just in its natural position. Sounds sensible but it scares me ā Iāll come back to that. It was the worst cast ever. It was half plaster, half just bandage. Thankfully, though, it worked and it calmed things down. But a few days ago, it started hurting so much more again and I couldnāt work out why. Turns out, as I discovered on Tuesday, the cast had twisted. This meant the plaster wasnāt actually covering the broken bone ![]() ![]() The doctor said I was to come back in four weeks to get the cast off. However, when I went to book my appointment, it turns out heās on holiday that week so it has to be five weeks! I asked if I could see a different doctor and they said no. Seriously? Theyāll give me 15 choices of colour for my cast, but I canāt choose to see a different doctor?? Wow, Iām mad about that. Anyway⦠My foot feels much more secure in my new cast but I am still scared about its position! Why? Because it is an awful position ā basically. I had tendon surgery on my ankle nine years ago (same foot), which was casted in the same position and it took months to get it back in use. Mind you, I did have to train my tendons again so I guess that made it harder. But still, its worrying. Especially as 7 weeks in cast will make you weaker anyway. The only part of my foot I can get on the floor is my toes. So Iām currently a full time wheelchair user. Iām getting pretty good at transferring. But my house is very inaccessible ![]() While I was waiting to be x-rayed, I received an email with my first list of visits for the school year. I have 34 visits to book in so far, which is great that I have work. But I canāt drive! ![]() Luckily, Iām fairly good at entertaining myself, so Iāve not been too bored so far. While house bound, I have: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Iāve been totally useless on WDC over the past three months + and Iām sick of seeing myself say āsorry for being uselessā ā but I really am sorry and will try and get back on track very soon. Iām going to shut up now because this is nearing 1500 words. If youāve read it all, Iām impressed! But I do have one last thing to say⦠BIG congratulations to all the new blue Mods, especially Elle ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |