#Recovery!!

So, this time 10 weeks ago I was being wheeled around Stoke Mandiville A & E...

First time in A & E, first break of anything, first enforced stay in a hospital, first operation under general anaesthetic ...

10 weeks later, here I am in a pub having a reasonably good local Pilsner( Rivertown Brewery AKA McMullens...which surprised me as I'm not an aficionado of their ales...)

My first time flying solo out of the house!!  The grand J & D dropped me off, then 3 months of hair chopped off at Micks The Barbers, 

a hobble along to Costa, ( Latté and a cheese & ham toastie), then here...plan is to hobble from here to taxi rank around the corner and wend the way home.

So, how have i arrived here?  

2 weeks hard caste, nearly 4 weeks fibre cast - all NWB and Air boot since then, PWB.  Still another 3 weeks boot to go till I'm free of their support and shoes AND being able to drive!!

The frustrations... hopping like a flamingo everywhere... chest hurting as if I've been up and down Whitby's steps a couple of times, in a gale!! 

The sense of missing a whole season.  Looking out of the window it's at times been like that image from the H G Wells "Time Traveller" film where the images all blur by. Snow, ice , rain, sun, shadows on me wardrobes lengenthing.


Not being able 'to do anything', Mother feeling abandoned, Suzie balancing work/home/domestics - I was supposed to be taking all that pressure off her...

The atrophication of my leg, no muscle, skin falling off, the smell!! 

The good bits... my first hobble with the airboot and THE FOOT touching the floor; the first night in bed without a caste on, really not enough of a wordsmith to describe it, just good...

The 'all of a sudden' eureka moment when I could stand without a crutch or the faithfull zimmer, sort of wobble across the room...

My target...to walk to club and a have beer by end of April :)