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Tales from the chair
Jul. 2nd, 2007 03:42 pmOla chickens! How are we all?
I am much the same. Somewhat in shock that it is suddenly July, meaning it's now a whole month since I slipped getting off a bus and landed myself in all sorts of trouble. It's quite hard to get my head round that it's been that long - the time in hospital seems to have all blurred a bit, doesn't seem like it could have been that long (12 days i was there!). And as for being home... again, the days are all the same so it all sort of blurs together.
But it'll be 3 weeks tomorrow since I got screwed (hur hur etc), and in 3 weeks from today, I get the plaster off! So, it must be getting SOMEWHERE.
I am taking less painkillers during the day now, so that's one sign of progress at least.
But... a whole month - I thought by this stage I'd be back at work or at the very least back in my own house, not still just sitting around here.
I have been trying work to see if they can get me something to do from home, but they are moving at the usual civil service speed and at this rate I WILL be back there before they sort anything out.
Day to day it hasn't really been so bad, especially now I have net access (shopping sprees on Amazon and BPAL over the weekend have helped ;p), it's only when I think about how long it's taken already and how much longer I have to sit her day after day doing nothing that it starts to get to me.
Plus not knowing when it'll get back to normal is maddening - I have no idea when I'll be able to ride again (at least 4 months, probably 6), when I'll be able to drive again (another month or so? and then probably only an automatic), when I'll be able to move back to my own house again (2/3 weeks?), when I'll be able to WALK again (again, another month/6 weeks. And then only til the 2nd op when it'll back to crutches again).
Meh. Thinking about it just gets depressing. So I shan't. In fact have just had a gorgeous bunch of flowers delivered, along with a bottle of Moet (when will I be able to drink again?? SOON hopefully :p), which has cheered me up no end ;)
In fact I think I might go do some more intarwebs shopping... Bravissimo is calling to me. After all, if I have to sit here, I might as well do it in a hot new bra!
Oh also, have succumbed to peer pressure and joined Facebook, mostly for something else to do ;p Haven't quite worked out what it's acutally for yet, but if you're on, I'm there under my real name, so come find me! Give me something to do and stop me wallowing in emo self pity ;p
I am much the same. Somewhat in shock that it is suddenly July, meaning it's now a whole month since I slipped getting off a bus and landed myself in all sorts of trouble. It's quite hard to get my head round that it's been that long - the time in hospital seems to have all blurred a bit, doesn't seem like it could have been that long (12 days i was there!). And as for being home... again, the days are all the same so it all sort of blurs together.
But it'll be 3 weeks tomorrow since I got screwed (hur hur etc), and in 3 weeks from today, I get the plaster off! So, it must be getting SOMEWHERE.
I am taking less painkillers during the day now, so that's one sign of progress at least.
But... a whole month - I thought by this stage I'd be back at work or at the very least back in my own house, not still just sitting around here.
I have been trying work to see if they can get me something to do from home, but they are moving at the usual civil service speed and at this rate I WILL be back there before they sort anything out.
Day to day it hasn't really been so bad, especially now I have net access (shopping sprees on Amazon and BPAL over the weekend have helped ;p), it's only when I think about how long it's taken already and how much longer I have to sit her day after day doing nothing that it starts to get to me.
Plus not knowing when it'll get back to normal is maddening - I have no idea when I'll be able to ride again (at least 4 months, probably 6), when I'll be able to drive again (another month or so? and then probably only an automatic), when I'll be able to move back to my own house again (2/3 weeks?), when I'll be able to WALK again (again, another month/6 weeks. And then only til the 2nd op when it'll back to crutches again).
Meh. Thinking about it just gets depressing. So I shan't. In fact have just had a gorgeous bunch of flowers delivered, along with a bottle of Moet (when will I be able to drink again?? SOON hopefully :p), which has cheered me up no end ;)
In fact I think I might go do some more intarwebs shopping... Bravissimo is calling to me. After all, if I have to sit here, I might as well do it in a hot new bra!
Oh also, have succumbed to peer pressure and joined Facebook, mostly for something else to do ;p Haven't quite worked out what it's acutally for yet, but if you're on, I'm there under my real name, so come find me! Give me something to do and stop me wallowing in emo self pity ;p
