Tuesday, 21 July 2009

Quasimodo

I've been crawling around the last few days with a stance and gait a bit like Quasimodo. I've been hauling the lounge furniture around chasing the dust and cobwebs away. Once too often obviously.

I got out of bed stiffly last Thursday and pulled my back muscles as I tried to catch a urine speciment in an itsy bitsy pot for the nurse. The joys of being a woman.

My pelvis tilted - ouch and F**k . It took me 3 days to get to the point where I could place both feet flat on the floor while I stood. As one leg was temporarily several inches (it felt like feet) shorter than the other. For 2 days I could only sit in a firm garden chair or in my Lloyd loom chair in the bedroom. I had to lie down to relieve and relax muscles but then had to endure a marathon exercise to sit up again.

We both lived on fruit, bread, cheese and painkillers. I became tired cranky depressed. It was a timely reminder for me that this is what MyMan has to endure daily. I was weeping with frustration and tiredness after only 48 hours. Once my powers of concentration returned I enjoyed the excuse to sit, rest. To spend time by reading, reading, reading and watching the cricket.

2 comments:

Cranky Carer said...

Oh dear. You could have done without that setback!

Good for you though that you made the best of it evntually.

You have somehow found a way to deal positively and creatively with the difficult, limiting and frustrating situation that you find yourself in.

Your ability and generosity in sharing your experiences and feelings with your fellow carers out here is much appreciated.

Many thanks.

ladythinker said...

Thank you Cranky - kind of you to visit again and comment's much appreciated. Very kind. x