I haven’t had the will or energy to post anywhere so apologies for that. But dear Oma has checked up on me!
For those who don’t know, I caught my foot in a hidden hole and was propelled over a five food dry stone wall. To be honest after I landed the force of the hit was so intense I thought that I’d met my end. I’ve never known pain like it - not even childbirth.
Anyway, the air ambulance came and I was helicoptered to Preston where I had a CP scan, an MRI scan and all sorts.
I was in hospital for four days and the neurosurgeon told me that I was very lucky and had got away with it, as there was no nerve damage. Doesn’t bear thinking about if there had been.
Fortunately, one of our nephews lives in Preston and T stayed with them and I spent one night there before T drove home.
What a journey - road works, jolts, bumps - and he’s an Advanced Driver, but every bend and bump cause the most excruciating pain.
I’ve been in pain since but was warned that it would be six weeks of hell, and then another six weeks still wearing the contraption night and day. Sleep is impossible
As you can imagine I’m very down in spirits, but T, family and friends and neighbours have been very supportive. T is finding it hard because he can’t do anything to help with pain and although he’s had to do bed stripping, ironing etc he’s struggling and he gets frustrated as he’s used to being good at stuff. Fortunately he can cook well!
My friend Maria has been a tower of strength, turning up to do jobs and making me a silk collar to go underneath the hard plastic cage.
My DiL has been wonderful too getting the surgery and hospital to sort out follow up. All SE London hospitals have been hit with the cyber attack and that’s been a nightmare.
DD has sorted out my clothes and brought some of her old maternity stuff up as I can’t move my head at all and can’t get anything over the cage.
They are coming up from Whitstable on Sunday with ‘a feast’ as it’s our 51st anniversary.
It’s been a bad three days with the pain. Not just the neck, ribs and back but totally changed body shape. I’ve lost half a stone but can’t get into my skirts or trousers. Have lost two inches as spine curves and squashes upper body space. It makes tummy bulge as not enough space for stomach and other organs to go. Hard to breathe properly and can only eat the tiniest of meals and have to cut all food up small as I can’t open my mouth properly with the brace. Four weeks down on Thursday and then another eight to go. Even then it will take time to get neck muscles working again and restore some sort if stamina. But am stuck with v old lady shape for ever.
So, that’s my sad and sorry tale, I e checked in briefly but had no energy to post. Sorry.
For those who don’t know, I caught my foot in a hidden hole and was propelled over a five food dry stone wall. To be honest after I landed the force of the hit was so intense I thought that I’d met my end. I’ve never known pain like it - not even childbirth.
Anyway, the air ambulance came and I was helicoptered to Preston where I had a CP scan, an MRI scan and all sorts.
I was in hospital for four days and the neurosurgeon told me that I was very lucky and had got away with it, as there was no nerve damage. Doesn’t bear thinking about if there had been.
Fortunately, one of our nephews lives in Preston and T stayed with them and I spent one night there before T drove home.
What a journey - road works, jolts, bumps - and he’s an Advanced Driver, but every bend and bump cause the most excruciating pain.
I’ve been in pain since but was warned that it would be six weeks of hell, and then another six weeks still wearing the contraption night and day. Sleep is impossible
As you can imagine I’m very down in spirits, but T, family and friends and neighbours have been very supportive. T is finding it hard because he can’t do anything to help with pain and although he’s had to do bed stripping, ironing etc he’s struggling and he gets frustrated as he’s used to being good at stuff. Fortunately he can cook well!
My friend Maria has been a tower of strength, turning up to do jobs and making me a silk collar to go underneath the hard plastic cage.
My DiL has been wonderful too getting the surgery and hospital to sort out follow up. All SE London hospitals have been hit with the cyber attack and that’s been a nightmare.
DD has sorted out my clothes and brought some of her old maternity stuff up as I can’t move my head at all and can’t get anything over the cage.
They are coming up from Whitstable on Sunday with ‘a feast’ as it’s our 51st anniversary.
It’s been a bad three days with the pain. Not just the neck, ribs and back but totally changed body shape. I’ve lost half a stone but can’t get into my skirts or trousers. Have lost two inches as spine curves and squashes upper body space. It makes tummy bulge as not enough space for stomach and other organs to go. Hard to breathe properly and can only eat the tiniest of meals and have to cut all food up small as I can’t open my mouth properly with the brace. Four weeks down on Thursday and then another eight to go. Even then it will take time to get neck muscles working again and restore some sort if stamina. But am stuck with v old lady shape for ever.
So, that’s my sad and sorry tale, I e checked in briefly but had no energy to post. Sorry.
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