After making a list of all the things I had to do in life, it was time to start working my way down it.
First was getting myself signed up at a local doctors, I have recently moved into the area and hadn't yet registered with anyone local. This was the first challenge, as it would mean visiting the doctors in question to sign their forms with a witness there.
In order to leave the house, I would be required to wash. With the help of my fiance I hobbled into the bathroom where I planked myself on the side of the bath and attempted to wash my body with a sponge. It was hard work, and I needed a lot of help. Then came washing my hair, with a seperate bath and shower, and neither an option, it was time to get out a jug and wash my hair old school. Being on my knees, even with my cast on a pillow, was painful, and I need to find a new way of washing my hair in the future.
Getting to the car, which was parked a little way down the street, was tiring. My leg hurt from the weight of the cast I was carrying, on top of the pain and swelling. I had a pillow under my cast the whole journey, and every bump shook my leg against the cast. Then we parked up at the doctors and I had to hop the furthest that I had yet to travel. Across the car park and into the waiting room, where I instantly plonked myself into a seat.
Once we had finished at the doctors, we had to go take a trip to visit work, where both me and my fiance work. We had caused staffing issues with being off, plus someone had suddenly quit and another person phoned in sick. For a small shop, this was a big problem, and with my fiance as the manager, he had to go in and see how things were. I made him take me with him, as I was desperate not to be home alone. It was arranged that a wheelchair would be fetched to the entrance of the shopping centre so I didn't have to hop around. And I was feeling very self conscious of everyone staring at me as I transferred from my crutches to a wheelchair. Once we got to work I got parked up in the corner of the shop, and the couple of staff that were in were very sympathetic and also put me at ease with a few jokes. We ended up being there for a few hours, but it was nice to be out and in the company of people with a new scenery. There was just time for a cheeky starbucks for lunch before nipping back into work on our way out. By the time we were able to leave my leg was starting to really ache, and I was getting emotional again.
After I got home, I got VERY EMOTIONAL. I cried for most of the night, I couldn't stop and I was struggling more to get around the house. I missed cuddling up to my fiance whilst we watched Cucumber, something we managed to do every week as a tradition around both our busy lives.
First was getting myself signed up at a local doctors, I have recently moved into the area and hadn't yet registered with anyone local. This was the first challenge, as it would mean visiting the doctors in question to sign their forms with a witness there.
In order to leave the house, I would be required to wash. With the help of my fiance I hobbled into the bathroom where I planked myself on the side of the bath and attempted to wash my body with a sponge. It was hard work, and I needed a lot of help. Then came washing my hair, with a seperate bath and shower, and neither an option, it was time to get out a jug and wash my hair old school. Being on my knees, even with my cast on a pillow, was painful, and I need to find a new way of washing my hair in the future.
Getting to the car, which was parked a little way down the street, was tiring. My leg hurt from the weight of the cast I was carrying, on top of the pain and swelling. I had a pillow under my cast the whole journey, and every bump shook my leg against the cast. Then we parked up at the doctors and I had to hop the furthest that I had yet to travel. Across the car park and into the waiting room, where I instantly plonked myself into a seat.
Once we had finished at the doctors, we had to go take a trip to visit work, where both me and my fiance work. We had caused staffing issues with being off, plus someone had suddenly quit and another person phoned in sick. For a small shop, this was a big problem, and with my fiance as the manager, he had to go in and see how things were. I made him take me with him, as I was desperate not to be home alone. It was arranged that a wheelchair would be fetched to the entrance of the shopping centre so I didn't have to hop around. And I was feeling very self conscious of everyone staring at me as I transferred from my crutches to a wheelchair. Once we got to work I got parked up in the corner of the shop, and the couple of staff that were in were very sympathetic and also put me at ease with a few jokes. We ended up being there for a few hours, but it was nice to be out and in the company of people with a new scenery. There was just time for a cheeky starbucks for lunch before nipping back into work on our way out. By the time we were able to leave my leg was starting to really ache, and I was getting emotional again.
After I got home, I got VERY EMOTIONAL. I cried for most of the night, I couldn't stop and I was struggling more to get around the house. I missed cuddling up to my fiance whilst we watched Cucumber, something we managed to do every week as a tradition around both our busy lives.
I was struggling even more to come to terms with the fact that I have a broken leg, the idea that it would be a long LONG time before I got my independence back, and even longer before I would be able to walk unaided again.
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