Here endeth this blog; 256 days on of Living with a Broken Foot

256 days on and this is it! This is my last blog post. (Well, maybe I will update this is on November 3rd 2012 which is exactly a year since I fell and broke my stupid foot.) However, definitely that last for a while anyway.Why? Because I have finally got my life back!

Cycling towards to light.

The light is definitely at the end of the tunnel. In fact it is so near that I can almost touch it! I am still finding it hard to believe that a few months ago, I was unable to walk. However, now a certain type of exercise is changing my life!

Breakdown in Asda

Don't over do it. That's what people keep saying to me and, to be quite honest, it really REALLY annoys me. I have been practically sat on my ever expanding derriere for 6 months. I did not put my left foot down for 4 and half of those months. I have hardly been over-doing it. However, I take it back. I am an idiot who should have listened to all those annoying people as I discovered the other Friday, although will still refuse because 1. they have not suffered the way that I have (woe is me etc. etc) and 2. because I am subborn!

No longer broken but not quite right and off to physiotherapy

Finally, 174 days in and I had my first physiotherapy appointment. Today was going to be another exciting day and I was really looking forward to making progress. I mean, its only been 6 weeks since the screws came out of my foot. Surely, being able to walk is not asking too much?

Moving on up (or walking) with a repaired broken foot

It's been a while, my faithful blog readers. Why has it been so long, I hear you cry? Well, I have been too busy W-A-L-K-I-N-G! Maybe a slight exaggeration. What I've been doing can hardly be called 'walking'. Currently, I make Forrest Gump look like an Olympic athlete but I really feel like my life has taken a U turn and am on the uphill journey, finally! Here's how I got there;

The A to Z of Me and a Broken Foot: Part 3

Thankfully, my operation last Friday actually happened and here I am, out the other side and alive! There is still along way to go but I feel like my straight jacket has been loosened slightly. I intend to blog about the operation experience later on. (Mainly because if I do it all at once, I will run out of things to blog about and have to drag out the one that I have written in reserve about how I am loosing my mind with boredom)
Therefore, for your enjoyment is the third and final part of The A to Z of Me and a Broken Foot.
Enjoy and forward to others if you have liked this so far x

The A to Z of Me and a Broken Foot: Part 2

Better news. My operation is now on Friday morning (thanks to my mum-see 'M is for') so hopefully I will be on the road to recovery soon.
Anyway straight into 'The A to Z of Me and a Broken Foot: Part 2'

The A to Z of Me and a Broken Foot: Part 1

Major set back today. My operation that was due today, to have screws from my foot removed, was cancelled this morning due to lack of beds. After a bad nights sleep, worrying and fasting, devastated is putting it mildly. I won't go into detail because I have to move on from this so have decided to write something else. Reading a magazine today, I came across an article called, " the A to Z of you". On another day, this may have made me laugh but today all I could see was 'D is for Dancing, K is for Killer Heels'. Next, hitting my eyeline was; A for Ambition, E for Ethical, P for Portfolio Careers'. Erm...vomitous! Do you catch my drift? I began to think about my own A to Z, so here is: The A to Z of ME and a Broken Foot.

Heavenly water for a broken foot

The day that I returned home with the Foot of Doom MINUS the pot was absolutely exhausting. No,  I don't need the excitement of going out any more. All I need is a trip to the hospital to take me on an emotional rollercoaster and feel like if I left the house again, it would be enough of a thrill to give me a near on heart attack.

Knocking me down with a feather is not hard with a broken foot

Seriously, I don't know why I bother? Getting myself stressed about last Monday's hospital appointment was a total waste of time,tears and energy. All my worry had been leading up to this one moment but the result could have knocked me down with a feather. (Let's face it, with my balance and the Foot of Doom, a feather could just about do the job)

Waiting for the day....

After the grand total of 106 days in plaster, there is a bright light at the end of that very long tunnel. In 2 more days, all being well, my broken foot will be released from plaster. How am I feeling? Very, very worried......

We are sailing.......with a broken foot

Ever wondered what it is like on a boat with a broken foot? No? Well,  maybe you shouldn't bother even thinking about it. If you get a chance to wonder about anything else, grab that opportunity with both hands and run as far away as you can because, believe me, it's not the most enjoyable experience! What on earth was she doing on a boat, I hear you ask? Of course I wasn't on a boat but it damn well felt like it. Here is what happened....

Snow and a broken foot

It snowed here yesterday and ,as per usual, the British media lapped it up and began warning us with tales of doom of how you must only make essential journeys e.t.c. What about me and my broken foot?  Did the snow have any effect? Slightly, but not in ways the ways that you think.

Broken Foot and patience being a virtue (or something like that)

According to proverbs, 'patience is a virtue.' After sat here thinking about how patient I am being, I started wondering what the phrase actually means and have decided that I must be full of virtue! Apparently a virtue is  'behaviour showing high moral standards'. If that is the case, send some wings and a halo for me and my high moral standards!

Don't wish for excitement with a broken foot.

Last week, I worried. Not for my health or anything like that. No. I was worried that I would not have anything to blog about. Then, it happened.

Broken foot, boredom, toilet seats and the Women's Institute

Well, since the perishing pins of pain came out, I would love to say it's made a huge difference. Aside from the twinging pain, nothing else has changed. I still have a non weight-bearing stupid pot on a stupid foot therefore I still can not walk. To top it all off, I am really getting bored. My recent activities would probably make me an ideal member for the Women's Institute.

Perishing pins of pain banished from the Foot of Doom

Ever had a couple of piranha fish nip at your feet? My foot has felt like it has been nibbled for the past 7 weeks with the damn pins stuck in the side of it. Today has been the day that I have been strangely looking forward to. The day that the perishing pins of pain come out.

Has my broken foot led me to an alien abduction?

Maybe I watched too many science fiction films as a child? Perhaps my daily injections and doses of hideous daytime T.V are sending me mad? Whatever it is, I have convinced myself that I have been abducted by aliens or been the victim of a cruel scientific experiment.

Activity + Broken foot = Couch Potato

I've tried .....and failed! Early on in my ordeal with the Foot of Doom, I promised myself that I would not become a couch potato. Today, I have failed miserably. Why, I hear you ask? Well, because yesterday I tried not to be a couch potato!

2012; The Year of the Foot

After over a week of not writing my blog, I decided that I need to start up again. Sitting here, wedged into my usual spot on the sofa, I am actually wondering why I have not written it. It's not like I've been up to much. For some reason people have been asking me what I have been up to. Whilst I know that they are just making conversation, what do they expect me to say? I've been winter hiking up Ingleborough and also been taking lessons on how to street dance? Ha, if only!

A Very Broken Footed Christmas to come

Well, the past few days have been a mixture of eventful and totally eventless. Isn't that what Christmas is all about? And we've not even had Christmas Day yet! Christmas with a broken foot is going to be as exciting as watching paint dry.

A broken foot and sickness bug. Just what the doctor ordered!

Well, that's it. I now know that if the big guy upstairs is looking over me, he is trying to test my strength, will power and endurance. Why? Nick has got the winter sickness bug.

It began to look a lot like Christmas.

My house really takes a hammering at Christmas. I just can't help it. There is nothing I love more than decorating the house up for Christmas. I try to be tasteful, I don't do tinsel but every year I seem to accumulate more and more decorations and insist that they all go up. Having a broken foot, this year, was not going to change any of that.....

Let's get physical.

Whilst I can still do bits of cooking, unless I have some help, my cooking and the state of the kitchen would be enough to render Gordon Ramsey speechless. Every time I even attempt to get into the fridge, I am dicing with death. Precariously, the fridge perches on a ledge which, if my wheelchair gets next to it, there is about 3mm of space at the side before my wheelchair will fall. Therefore, I have to resort to standing on my good foot and hang over the fridge door to stop myself falling over. Dangerous and definitely not attractive.

Stay in doors. It is safer!

If I were you, if you hear of me leaving the house, you are best to stay in doors. The streets are not safe with me and my killer crutches about! Yesterday, I left the house again. but this time I was on my own!

Part 16: Wheelchair Scowlers

Ever scowled at someone in a wheelchair? Ever thought that they were just in the way? No? Well, you are amongst many pleasant people. However,there are some nasty ones lurking out there in the darkness!

Part 15: My own Care in the Community

I actually left the house the other day, thanks to my own version of Care in the Community. I am lucky enough to have friends who care. On Sunday, my two oldest friends, Judy and Nadia, came round to take me to the cinema. I think of myself as being extremely lucky that I have such good friends that tolerate me in the first place, never mind this. It really did feel a bit like my own private care in the community! They did everything whilst I just sat and watched!

Part 14: Stupid is as stupid does

If stupid is as stupid does, that definitely makes me forest gump (will be even more so when I get a massive shoe for my massive foot, but that won't be for a while yet!)

Part 13: Wendy's wheels!

Legs are a thing of the past. Who needs them when you have wheels!

Part 12: Everyone needs a broken foot, purely for the benefits!

Did you know how many benefits there are from having a broken foot? Benefits, I hear you ask? Surely not. Well, here is another attempt at looking at the brighter side of misery!

Part 11: Mobility Scooter Rage

I am a great believer in karma. Now I know that karma is paying me back. Why? Because I am envious of mobility scooters!

Part 10: Bottom wipers- I don't think so!

Being in my slightly immobile state, I have happened to stumble (bad choice of word) across something amazing. I've discovered a new world. The world of mobility accessories.

Part 9: Contraceptives for elephants.

Ever wondered what a contraceptive for an elephant looks like? No? You obviously don't have as much time on your hands as I do. Anyway, now I know and you should too. (if that 'hook' doesn't get readers interested, then I don't know what will!)

Part 8: Turning from a majestic gazelle to an elephant seal.

Isn't it amazing how just 1 day, can change exactly how the next day pans out. Yesterday I was a majestic gazelle. Today I am an elephant seal!

Part 7: Help from the 'Hand of God'

This week, I know how Diego Maradonna felt when he said that goal was scored with the the help of the hand of god. Why? Because I have been blessed by that hand. The only difference is that mine is in the form of a metal litter picker.

Part 6: Hopping through the hospital

My dad always says he doesn't like hospitals. I always replied with the response, "Who does." Well then, Dad. You are sincerely forgiven. I take all back. Its official. I now HATE hospitals. However, I do think there are some  strange people who actually enjoy being there. (or they are just faking those smiles!)

Part 5: Can life get any better than this?

The day that I sought internet guidance was a glorious one. I did actually find a few useful tips out however I also found some things out by myself.

Part 4: Terrible trousers

My first full day of 'recovering' was upon me. As I lay in bed, I could see that very long road stretching out in front of me that was riddled with steps, awkward toilets and sunken sofas as far as the eye could see. This could not go on. I would not be defeated, even if I did feel like a beaten pinata. No! My stupid foot would not get the better of me!

Part 3: Toilet trouble!

Who said that cleanliness was next to godliness? If that is so, then I am burning in the pits of hell. I always try to keep my house clean and tidy. Admittedly, towards the end of a half term, my house tends to look like sale day at Primark - clothes all over the place and washing in a pile that's towering structure resembles Big Ben. However, I always thought that my house was fairly clean.....until now.

Part 2: Arriving home with the foot of doom!

The other week, I was watching Stephen Fry present a show about swearing.One of the guests was Brian Blessed, who was proving that swearing when you hurt yourself helps to ease pain. Well, my friends,I gave old Brian a run for his money in the car on the way back from minor injuries. Did it ease the pain or frustration....What do you think? ? Course not. My leg was potted up to just below my knee. I felt like an utter plonker and no amount of foal language would save me now.

Part 1: How did it come to this?

How did it come to this? I am sat, in my living room, on a camping toilet which is basically a bucket with a toilet seat on! Any dignity that I had is lost as Nick walks in to ask if I need any help getting up! How did I get here? Well, here goes.