Bugger, Broken Bone, Confined to House
So here I am unable to drive and totally dependent upon the goodwill of others. I can get around the house with reasonable ease but haven’t yet ventured outside. So am beginning to feel a touch of Cabin Fever.
Thank goodness for a sense of humour in this situation.
- Having a friend at my beck and call. “Please, may I have a cup of coffee” “Can you give me my book, my glasses, the pain killers etc” Can’t carry anything with crutches.
- Using my alternative means of getting around (other than my crutches) – my old lady Zimmer frame.
- Climbing up the three stairs to the bathroom on my backside (aka bum) and then getting onto my knees to pull myself up.
- I am sure as the time goes by there will be many more humorous happenings and moments to remember.
And thank goodness for a sense of gratitude
- It could have been so much worse – a fractured bone will heal but those people I meet regularly at the Hospice won’t.
- My next door neighbour’s sister who was in a coma for months following an accident now requires 24-hour nursing care. She will not heal.
- Those others with degenerative diseases, physical or mental will not heal.
And so I say thank you for making me so physically fit normally that I can overcome this obstacle in my life and learn from it.