It was my intention to blog yesterday evening but I was feeling sorry for myself so snuggled up in the chair and watched television instead. The self pity was prompted by pain. Pain which sent me to A&E at 7am this morning. Six (yes, SIX) hours later here is the result:
Strapped up to the knee and walking (after a fashion) with a crutch due to a metatarsal fracture and tendon damage in my right foot; the same injury that kept Beckham out of the World Cup. I fell down the stairs.
I had six x-rays (suspected tibia damage too, but that was ruled out…just bruising) and an injection in my tummy to thin my blood. I have to go back for another one tomorrow (and to the doctors surgery thereafter for more), and to the hospital again on Monday to the fracture clinic.
The worst thing is that I cannot go on holiday in twelve days time because of the risk of DVT as I’ve had a blood clot in the past.
AND …….. the central heating thermostat is broken just as the temperature has dropped considerably. I’m not a happy bunny!