foxyrick
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I've been stuck inside now for two weeks - I think I'm getting cabin fever.
Two weeks ago I managed to completely detach my right Achilles tendon from the heel*. Following surgery, I have a cast on from toes to knee. I've just got back from hospital to have the wound checked and the cast replaced. Two weeks from now the cast will be replaced with an adjustable, articulated boot thing to start stretching the tendon again.
Basically, I can't use my right leg for the next 6 weeks - no weight allowed on it at all. After that I should be able to walk carefully with crutches and start physiotherapy properly. Probably be about 3 months before I can walk unaided again. Hopefully.
I'm bored!
So, I'm looking for suggestions for what to do with myself for the next couple of months. So far I've been going through my movie collection, but that is wearing thin pretty quickly.
I also can't spend any money; I'm completely broke at the moment and will only get poorer over the next few months. Probably just as well otherwise I would be internet shopping like mad by now!
All suggestions welcome!
* It wasn't funny at the time, but is worth a laugh now. I was injured at hospital! I got a call in the morning that my father had been taken into hospital and was going into emergency surgery for internal bleeding. He had fallen down the stairs. He's previously had several strokes due to an eventually-discovered heart problem - followed by a valve replacement last year. The hospital was quite serious that the family should get there quickly.
I was runing up the slope in the hospital car park to the pay machine when there was a loud pop and I went down like a sack of potatoes. You know what it's like when you're running and you fall - you spring up again and keep the momentum going. As I did so I wondered what the pop was - I soon found out when on the next stride my leg gave way and I hit the deck again. I knew immediately what I had done - I used to be a fitness instructor. When I felt the back of my ankle, there was no tendon there. I found the end further up my leg!
I spent the next 3 hours hopping around while my father got sorted out. The operation went far better than they expected and, although he's still in hospital, he's now stable and waiting for them to sort his blood out. Then I went and checked myself into A+E.
I was admitted at about 7pm Wednesday, operated on at 9am Thursday, regained enough consiousness to tell the time at about midday, and convinced them to let me go home by 8pm Thursday evening! I did have to do a 'crutch test' up and down the stairs before they would release me, to prove that I could move about safely with them. I managed it and just went and threw up after the nurses had gone away again!
The most annoying thing is that I left my job only the week before my accident, due to really severe stress - seriously, I was getting to the stage of killing people, probably including myself! The last ten years of work has really not been good to me and my health and temperament have suffered badly. I was planning on working part-time doing servers and wireless networks in schools (had a few lined up) and anything else that came along to keep enough money coming in to survive. Mostly I was planning on de-stressing with a lot of hill walking and bushcrafty activities; had it all planned out. So now I've got no job, no money, and can't even go walking - Talk about rubbing salt in the wound! Still, it is what it is and at least work can't stress me out any more now.
Two weeks ago I managed to completely detach my right Achilles tendon from the heel*. Following surgery, I have a cast on from toes to knee. I've just got back from hospital to have the wound checked and the cast replaced. Two weeks from now the cast will be replaced with an adjustable, articulated boot thing to start stretching the tendon again.
Basically, I can't use my right leg for the next 6 weeks - no weight allowed on it at all. After that I should be able to walk carefully with crutches and start physiotherapy properly. Probably be about 3 months before I can walk unaided again. Hopefully.
I'm bored!
So, I'm looking for suggestions for what to do with myself for the next couple of months. So far I've been going through my movie collection, but that is wearing thin pretty quickly.
I also can't spend any money; I'm completely broke at the moment and will only get poorer over the next few months. Probably just as well otherwise I would be internet shopping like mad by now!
All suggestions welcome!
* It wasn't funny at the time, but is worth a laugh now. I was injured at hospital! I got a call in the morning that my father had been taken into hospital and was going into emergency surgery for internal bleeding. He had fallen down the stairs. He's previously had several strokes due to an eventually-discovered heart problem - followed by a valve replacement last year. The hospital was quite serious that the family should get there quickly.
I was runing up the slope in the hospital car park to the pay machine when there was a loud pop and I went down like a sack of potatoes. You know what it's like when you're running and you fall - you spring up again and keep the momentum going. As I did so I wondered what the pop was - I soon found out when on the next stride my leg gave way and I hit the deck again. I knew immediately what I had done - I used to be a fitness instructor. When I felt the back of my ankle, there was no tendon there. I found the end further up my leg!
I spent the next 3 hours hopping around while my father got sorted out. The operation went far better than they expected and, although he's still in hospital, he's now stable and waiting for them to sort his blood out. Then I went and checked myself into A+E.
I was admitted at about 7pm Wednesday, operated on at 9am Thursday, regained enough consiousness to tell the time at about midday, and convinced them to let me go home by 8pm Thursday evening! I did have to do a 'crutch test' up and down the stairs before they would release me, to prove that I could move about safely with them. I managed it and just went and threw up after the nurses had gone away again!
The most annoying thing is that I left my job only the week before my accident, due to really severe stress - seriously, I was getting to the stage of killing people, probably including myself! The last ten years of work has really not been good to me and my health and temperament have suffered badly. I was planning on working part-time doing servers and wireless networks in schools (had a few lined up) and anything else that came along to keep enough money coming in to survive. Mostly I was planning on de-stressing with a lot of hill walking and bushcrafty activities; had it all planned out. So now I've got no job, no money, and can't even go walking - Talk about rubbing salt in the wound! Still, it is what it is and at least work can't stress me out any more now.