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.