I was just wondering about other peoples stories about breaking bones. As I broke my first bone at the age of 57 just 8 weeks ago.
I was coming downstairs, and thought I'd reached the bottom, stepped out, then realised I hadn't, as I crashed down the last step. Anyway, I went to A&E, and it turned out my ankle was broken, and needed a plate in it, so I was admitted, and had an op the next day. Then the physiotherapist came to see me. I was no weight bearing on the foot, and I have arthritis in my knees, so I couldn't use crutches, I had to have a zimmer frame. And I couldn't go upstairs, so my son bought a camp bed, and for 6 weeks I lived downstairs, in our little house, with no downstairs bathroom, and my hubby being commode monitor, hair washer, cook.. etc etc. And he's a man that has OCD, and doesn't cope well outside his routine.
But, we survived, I had the cast off 2 weeks ago, the camp bed has been packed away, the commode has a throw over it, and the cat has claimed it as his bed. And I'm getting about ok with the help of a crutch.
After 27 years in my job with only a couple of days off sick many years ago, I've been off on the sick for 8 weeks now, andin 2 weeks I had anual leave booked anyway, so I might not be going back till after that. Depending on the doc next week, and occupational health at work. My workplace is up 2 flights of stairs, and if I'm still needing the crutch on the stairs, I'm a liability in a fire. There's only 2 of us in the building when i'm on shift (I work nights)
For all that, it's never been terribly painful, it's very stiff, but, it's caused a flair up of the arthritis in that knee which is more painful than the foot.
Sorry to waffle on my first day back after rediscovering you, but this has been my life for the past 2 months, and become a focus point. I'd really be interested in hearing other peoples stories.
I was coming downstairs, and thought I'd reached the bottom, stepped out, then realised I hadn't, as I crashed down the last step. Anyway, I went to A&E, and it turned out my ankle was broken, and needed a plate in it, so I was admitted, and had an op the next day. Then the physiotherapist came to see me. I was no weight bearing on the foot, and I have arthritis in my knees, so I couldn't use crutches, I had to have a zimmer frame. And I couldn't go upstairs, so my son bought a camp bed, and for 6 weeks I lived downstairs, in our little house, with no downstairs bathroom, and my hubby being commode monitor, hair washer, cook.. etc etc. And he's a man that has OCD, and doesn't cope well outside his routine.
But, we survived, I had the cast off 2 weeks ago, the camp bed has been packed away, the commode has a throw over it, and the cat has claimed it as his bed. And I'm getting about ok with the help of a crutch.
After 27 years in my job with only a couple of days off sick many years ago, I've been off on the sick for 8 weeks now, andin 2 weeks I had anual leave booked anyway, so I might not be going back till after that. Depending on the doc next week, and occupational health at work. My workplace is up 2 flights of stairs, and if I'm still needing the crutch on the stairs, I'm a liability in a fire. There's only 2 of us in the building when i'm on shift (I work nights)
For all that, it's never been terribly painful, it's very stiff, but, it's caused a flair up of the arthritis in that knee which is more painful than the foot.
Sorry to waffle on my first day back after rediscovering you, but this has been my life for the past 2 months, and become a focus point. I'd really be interested in hearing other peoples stories.