broken … or, what happens when you don’t do what you said you would do

Mar
2010
20

posted by Lily on cooking, family, knitting

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id-bracelet

patient ::  lily boot

red ID ::  allergic, so every medic who sees me from triage nurse to radiography technician asks “what are you allergic to?  what kind of reaction do you have?”  Clearly,  the red ID system works well!  (for the curious, I’m allergic to ibuprofen and lips, eyes and airways swell if I take it)

time ::  Saturday, pre-breakfast

where :: The Prince Alfred Hospital

what happened ::  went to fetch Chinese takeaway Friday night ’cause I didn’t cook either the pot roast I said I’d cook or the tomato pasta I promised as back up ’cause I was too enthralled with my new “homesick-therapy-crochet-project”.  Parked in cobbled side street, crossing road, stumbled, foot twisted at scary angle, landed on butt in the middle of the road, loud crack (worried it was glasses or phone, no such luck) cried a while, no one offered to help, dragged myself to gutter and onto footpath, rang Julian at work and cried, he came home as quickly as he could (1/2 hour), rang mum in Brisbane and cried, she said she’d just watched a man with no legs ski down a mountain, so I should get up and drive back home and I’d be alright.  Did this.  Not alright.  Terrible pain.  Terrible swelling of ankle and foot.  Couldn’t sleep.  Triage nurse suggests next time I call someone useful, i.e. ambulance filled with caring folk who are paid to pick me up off the road.

what next :: xrays, examinations, pain relief (yuck!  I don’t know WHY or HOW people take this stuff for fun).

problem ::  fractured the end of the bone that goes down our leg and ends in our ankle.  Possibly broken a bit off it as well.  Also torn the ligaments off ankle.

crutches

what now :: ankle immobilised.  more pain relief (not that dreadful stuff thank goodness!) crutches (medics worried I may be a bit clumsy on these given I’m clearly not very coordinated at the best of times!)  no walking on right foot or driving for at least 4 weeks.  new patient of fracture clinic.  when fracture heals, new patient of physiotherapy clinic.

where am I :: in bed.  foot raised on pillows.  devoted nurses (Julian and Abby, dogs just want to lay on my foot) at my beck and call.

moral of the story ::  put down the crochet and cook what you say you are going to cook.

p.s. the medics were right … I am HOPELESS on the crutches … oy! oy! oy!

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