I feel like I've been away from my blog for years. Long story, short: I fell down two steps, shattered my ankle, spent just less than a week in hospital after surgery to render me part human/ part Meccano, and am now at home.
My day consists of sitting on my bottom reading, sitting on my bottom watching TV and sitting on my bottom surfing the internet. Paul gutted my house for me so it finally looks like liveable accommodation and he and Mum are taking it in turns to stop overnight at my house to make sure I don't fall on my backside because I'm not very good on the crutches.
However...
I just fell on my backside because I'm not very good on the crutches.
Well, I actually fell on my foot; the foot I'm not allowed to walk on because it's currently in lots of little pieces beneath the skin. That bloody hurt so I quickly jumped off said foot but didn't manage to land on the other one and landed face down on the toppled-over bathroom bin. Bad foot, which had been behaving itself for the last couple of days, now hurts lots again and has pins and needles again. Previously-okay foot also hurts now, as do my arms, which tried to stop the fall and my bottom (for goodness knows what reason).
I did mention at the hospital my particular disability when they presented me with crutches but it seems physiotherapists and nurses are not good at maths: Dyspraxia +crutches = lack of recovery and probable further injury is apparently not an equation the medical profession can work out. Hopefully the trip to Halfords will be a successful one; even I would struggle to fall off a wheelchair unless completely kalied.
