No-one told me it was going to be this hard

Ok I’ve used crutches before, and they weren’t easy as I remember it. That was years ago when I tore a calf muscle in my left leg. I was allowed to put my injured left leg on the ground with the crutches taking the bulk of my weight, and I managed.

Today the reality of having the opposite leg, my dominant leg, out of action and not being allowed to put that foot to the ground at all paints a whole different picture of ‘hard’. Firstly I tried crutches, then a zimmer frame (yes you read that correctly – a zimmer frame).

Its so much harder having to keep your foot completely off the ground. Anyway I’m home now, but accompanying me is not only a zimmer frame, but also a wheel chair, and – wait for it, a toilet frame. Hells Bells…. who’d have thought it. Apparently its easier to get around after a hip or knee replacement than it is to get around after a tendon repair job.

I have to keep my foot raised above my heart level for 23 hours a day. Thank goodness I have my electronics, and books to read. Not to mention Paul…. Thank goodness for Paul. This won’t be the first time I’ve wondered what id do without him.

Forced rest

My fellow bloggers may have noticed I’ve been tardy at reading your posts over the past few weeks. This has partly been because of the busy season, but also has been deliberate.

For five years I’ve been trying to manage an ankle injury, without success. After having tried the less invasive treatments with little relief, late last year I sought the help of an orthopaedic surgeon. X-rays and MRI Scans confirmed damaged tendons in my ankle.

With surgery booked for today, and knowing I’m going to be laid up for several weeks, I’ve been stockpiling my emails, and posts of the blogs I follow to catch up on during my forced rest.

I had the surgery this morning, a tendon tear has been repaired, some bone has been removed, and whatever else needed has been done. My leg is currently in plaster, and will be for two weeks, followed by several weeks in a moonboot, and then physio. So, lots of forced rest, and plenty of time to catch up on everyone’s happenings.

I’m still in the capable hands of the nurses in hospital, but tomorrow I’ll return home to Paul’s care. Paul missed his true vocation. He would have made a brilliant nurse so I’m going to be in safe, caring hands.

It’ll be a while before I’m on my feet again, but I’m assured the surgery went well, and I can expect a successful result. I hope so.

I wonder how Mr Tilly will be tonight. I don’t think he suffers separation anxiety to the extent that some dogs suffer it, but he does definitely show a certain amount of anxiety when one of us is absent. A whole night with one of us not being there is sure to have him feeling just a little out of sorts. I’m sure he’s bound to give me a rousing welcome home in the morning. Just hope his welcoming exuberance doesn’t literally bowl me off my good leg.

And now it’s time to get stuck into my waiting emails and blog posts.

Mr Tilly’s first Christmas causes knee jerk reaction

Opening his pressies
Enjoying his beef-hide cracker on Luka’s bed

Mr Tilly is settling down again after his first Christmas, and today – so are we. I say today, as we’ve been at sixes and sevens now for a couple of weeks, not knowing if we’ve been coming or going (literally).

With so many people here over the Christmas period Mr Tilly was never at a loss for attention. He loved having the two young teenagers here, Luka and Emma, who were both more than willing to play any number of games with him, including ‘chase’. He loves ‘chase’!

Our little house is situated on the corner of busy Bussell Highway. Sometimes, particularly over the busy holiday seasons (Christmas and Easter), the traffic noise can get a bit intrusive. We’d thought that the noise was the only problem with our location, and have been planting screening plants and bird attracting natives ever since we moved in. The plan has been to block out a little of the noise, and to provide a distraction from it in the form of bird song. As yet, the plants are still immature, so it’s early days yet to see how successful the plantings will be.

However, as we were to find out, there’s more problems that go with living so near a main road than noise…..

After many games of chase with Luka over Christmas, grandson Tim arrived. We usually allow Mr Tilly to accompany us outside when guests arrive, and he’s always so excited to see the visitors that there’s no danger of him doing anything except following them back into the house to say hello. However, upon Tim’s arrival,  seeing another long legged younger male, he excitedly took off towards busy Bussell Highway, I think trying instigate a game of chase.

Back in the safe arms of Emma

I couldn’t begin to relate the panic that followed, and I won’t go into  details. Fortunately, tragedy was averted, and Tilly was returned indoors to safety.

We were lucky that time, and realising we may not be so lucky if there’s ever a second time,  we had since been planning to move house. However, today we’ve realised it’s early days yet for that, and it’s probably a bit of a knee jerk reaction.

Sanity has returned, and a more sensible, less knee jerky plan has evolved. Tomorrow Paul is going to arrange some fencing to go between the posts of our front verandah. The fencing will provide a second barrier between our front door and access to the busy corner roads. Additionally, now the silly season is over again we should soon be able to re-commence dog obedience training – and Mr Tilly will hopefully learn to respond immediately to the”come” command regardless of exciting distractions.

So that means we’re not moving – well not this year anyway. We want to see the plants grow, and the birds arrive to enjoy them. Plus we’ve hardly begun yet to knock this little house into shape yet. Watch this space for improvements yet to come……

I think we’ll still be here at this time next year, and hopefully I’ll be recording photos from our little boy’s second Christmas. For now though here’s a couple more from Mr Tilly’s first Christmas:

He loved his Christmas Cracker
Digging at the beach (the only place he’s allowed to dig)
What a cutie

The meeting of the cousins, first cousins once removed, second cousins etc

The silly season is over for 2017.

Our little Summer House was bursting at the seams as the year drew to a close. Our three bedrooms were full. The garage was turned into a makeshift fourth bedroom, we had a tent for two in the side garden, and two swags in the back garden. Including ourselves, we had twelve people staying here during the peak, which may not sound a lot. In a small, apartment sized house though believe me when I say, it was definitely a full, full house.

Luka and Emma’s accommodation

 

The first arrivals from the UK were the Moase Clan patriarch and matriarch – Margaret and Geoff, (Margaret is Paul’s first cousin). Next to arrive were the Aussie branch of the Moase clan. Christopher, (Paul’s first cousin once removed) with Clare and their two children, Luka and Emma, who, if my research is correct, are Paul’s cousins twice removed.

Christmas day…….

The pressies were opened

The table beautifully decorated by Margaret

The Figgy Pudding was devoured

And after Christmas dinner the obligatory charade games.

Luka acting out the fourth word
Clare acting out her bit
Then came Emma…..
And Geoff’s not so silent attempts had us all in stitches

Boxing day and the rest of the family guests started to arrive. Firstly, Alice and Paul (Green), and shortly after, number 1 grandson Tim. Number 2 grandson, Josh, couldn’t make it till the next day – (he, along with the rest of his band, Raksha,  were concluding the recording of their second EP)

With us all together, the beach seemed the obvious place for a big family day. So, with canoes, a beach shelter, chairs and a beach game loaded into the cars we headed down to Sandy Bay.

A beautiful day for a family get together
The Green family males
Alice and Josh

It was whilst we were out to dinner one night that Clare made the mistake of asking what relationship everyone was. Clare doesn’t know me well enough yet to know that such an enquiry will result in yours truly (me) researching the topic to find out. It’s very complicated…….

Alice and Christopher are (if I have this right) second cousins. Tim and Josh are, I think, third cousins to Luka and Emma. Luka and Emma are cousins twice removed to Paul (Riley), and Tim and Josh are cousins twice removed to Margaret. And if you understand all that, you’re doing damned well……

I think I speak for us all when I say we all had a wonderful time. Everyone pitched in and did their bit to help. It’s the first time the two younger generations have met, and they all seemed to enjoy getting to know each other, and seemed to get on well enough. I’m sure it won’t be the last time they get together (especially now they have had their place in the family tree explained to them….)

Tim and Josh doing their share of the washing up

The conclusion to 2017 – a hectic pleasure!