I have been asked a few times why I don’t write more blogs each week by my JTTS friends. Truth is, everyday I would love to sit down and write a blog (it’s passes time in the most pleasurable way..) but something stops me, something like oh I don’t know.. I have nothing interesting to talk about?! There’s not a whole lot of daily excitement in my life.
Seriously the highlights of my day are (in order of priority) the strong hot English Breakfast tea I have on waking, a long hot shower, managing to catch some winter sunshine, watching a couple of episodes of Orange is the New Black! While on that subject anyone else watching/seen the series? It’s no Game of Thrones but I like it alot!
I’m fairly sure with those highlights I may bore you all to tears.. As I am sure I am boring myself to tears at times!!
When I explain the daily monotony I am experiencing most people are quick to offer helpful suggestions like arts, crafts and television series! I can honestly say I have tried most of the suggestions. I’ve completed crosswords, picked up incomplete novels (and started new ones), started two tv series and I’ve been doing some sketching – I know don’t laugh!
I have sooo many things to occupy myself with but I think being ‘occupied’ is my issue… Like most working mums I had a genuinely busy life working in my Brisbane based role with Qld Health, I travelled regularly and had long days, and with Lilli and Stella involved in various school activities/sports/horses and Mark working away it was rare to have a full day at home and I cannot tell you when it last happened prior to my operation.
I was like a mouse on a spinning wheel, happily racing at a constant crazy pace. Surgery took away my spinning wheel (and leg/s). Everything just stopped. I am now helpless and reliant and ‘occupied’..
I attempt to be useful at times to help pass my day.. I do all of the turns and maintenance required on the Ilizarov frame I have even learnt how to tighten the nuts/bolts attached to the struts as they get loose and a bit rattley.
It’s kind of like being a mechanic! Albeit a really basic one. I get out my spanner snd routinely service my frame! Today I noticed that one strut was particularly ‘rattly’. I tightened all nuts around my leg and finally got to the noisy strut that was awkwardly located under my calf.
I tightened and tightened and tightened until – Oh Sh@t the bolt fell out! My heart stopped! ‘Oh my gooooddd..’ I exhaled in disbelief, ‘I’ve just dismantled my frame’! I was waiting for it to fall in pieces onto the bed.. I balanced on one butt cheek while holding my calf up so I could get to the strut that I had inadvertently disassembled!
Perhaps a sign that I should leave it to the professionals… and get back to doing important things.
And the big news there is that after I read the radiologist report from X-rays taken today… I can confirm that my left leg has now grown 7.8cm longer in total since my operation on 24 May. A M A Z I N G.
Explains my discomfort and inability to answer a straight question like ‘How are you?’ without my eyes welling up with tears… there’s a lot going on.
Off to the specialist tomorrow! Watch this space.. Xx