Welcome to blog! I started it in 2020 to chart my recovery from breaking my ankle (hence the name). I guess no-one saw a global pandemic coming. It's turned into a place where I can talk about the things happening in my life, my horse and my cats. Enjoy!
Didn’t get a great nights sleep as I couldn’t get comfortable. Tried a pillow under my foot but must have slipped off as I woke up when my foot hit the bed. 😫 Tried the pillow between the legs, but felt weirdly awkward like I should have bought the pillow dinner for first or something. 😂 Finally gave up on the pillow and extract myself from the duvet after I got it caught on round me leg and got some sleep.
Think the full reality of what’s happened has hit me today. I’m teary, exhausted and frustrated. My foot is aching. Not in a ‘oh my god, I can’t bear the pain’ kinda way, just a ‘oh yes I’m still here’ kinda way. Like an annoying fly that won’t bugger off.
I did too much yesterday. And when I say I did too much, I hardly ran a marathon. I just spent too much time on my good leg. I’m not weight bearing so hopping around with my little trolley. I’m getting up some speed now, but it’s hard work. Good job I’m fit and healthy. I’m spending most of my time with my leg elevated, so when I move about the blood rushes to my foot and it bloody hurts!! Then aches afterwards.
Sure it’ll get easier. It’s only been a week since I broke it. And not yet a week since it was fixed.
Anyone who knows me, knows that patience isn’t one of my strengths. I’m doing so little already, I’m honestly not sure what I can do less of (without starving or wetting myself).
So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life.
I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began...
I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover.
I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling.
The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020.
This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!
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