I didn't sleep much. I overthink at the best of times and this sort of thing will make me lie awake thinking all sorts.
Consultant popped by and was concerned about my limited mobility with my left leg. I said I was sure with the right gear at home which we can get from OH in Nottingham and the fact that our bungalow is ready geared up with pull cords, grab bars and wet room. He agreed and said providing OH gets the gear we will need I can go home tomorrow (Tuesday). Then the rush was on to find a way to get me home. Kev must have used his whole battery life finding a taxi that could accommodate and kindly Anne has lent us her Wheelchair until the one comes from OH. The penny finally dropped with the staff that I have real problems and not just not wanting to do stuff. I had to be replastered and taken for more X-rays ( the same surgeon who did the op came down and plastered it again) and this time they sent a trolley for me instead of chair so I could slide/ roll off one bed on to the trolley. I think it's because I broke down talking to the Ocupational Health Kelly. I explained exactly why I wasn't just being awkward I want to move but can't. I know the risk of being too sedentary but surely sliding into a wheelchair etc for four weeks until I can put some weight back on the right leg is better than undoing all the hard repair work they've done. Maybe as she passed me tissues she saw his devastated I was. And the fact that I was willing to try and move to some extent. People are wheelchair-bound for life as I was as a kid so four weeks isn't that long and if I try and move a little more each day that's enough...
Bless you Chelle x
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