Day 18 of being tied to a bed.......

It's ok to feel down sometimes.


It's ok to allow yourself to have a bad day - an off day.


I had one of those yesterday - today wasn't that great either !


I felt 'dopey' - in a kind of semi coma, drifting off to sleep all day. Not hungry at all. It was very strange and most probably down to a mix of being tired, still being constipated (everything is still very sluggish due to my lying in bed now for 18 days having no exercise whatsoever) all the drugs I'm now taking and generally getting more and more bored and fed up. I actually dream about getting up, walking and sitting on the loo !




Today was a bit better - but my appetite is still non existant and I still feel sleepy most of the time. And tomorrow I have been promised my sluggishness in the bowel department will be resolved, one way or another, finally. So I could be in for an interesting day!




I've also made the decision that tomorrow will be different. I will be positive and upbeat and awake ! Two days is long enough. Yes, being stuck in bed with a fractured leg, often in pain, can be depressing - boring - annoying even. But its only for another week - just one more week before I can get on my feet again.



I'm not quite sure how long the rehabilitation is after an operation like mine - I'm hoping most of it can be carried out at home though and I can have an 'early release'! I will have spent way too long in hospital as it is (almost a month!!) and I'm sure the community physio's will be able to deal with me. I know it will be a strange sensation being able to both sit up and walk again after so long.



I miss my home - and Martin - and the kids - and the cats - and the garden - badly. Ive never been away for so long. Its horrible. I try not to think about it too much or I get upset, and there is no point.



I'm trying to do something positive and productive every day to make the time count, but it's not easy when you're tied to a bed !

Bones and Frocks

With all the CT scans, X-rays, Lymphocintothingys, bone scans and treatments I've had in the past two and a half years you would think I would be radio active enough by now - any self respecting Geiger counter would go haywire in my presence. In fact Martin often jokes you could probably successfully plug an item of electrical equipment into me and it would work. So when I turned up to have a bone scan on Monday morning the radio active injection I was given could have been surplus to requirements.

On Saturday morning I started a course of Dexamethasone, a steroid, and by the evening I was feeling amazingly better. Not only in my joints but in my general health as well. Much brighter and perkier and I was actually hungry for the first time in days. I must admit I was a bit wary of taking them - I really don't want to pile on the weight or grow a beard or look like Arnie - but they certainly have seemed to do the trick.

As I was feeling so much better, after i had been given my radio isotope injection (ouch!) I had a couple of hours to kill before the scan itself so I decided to drag Martin into the Bullring to look for 'the' dress for the launch of the documentary.

Now Martin may be great in many, many ways but Gok Wan he ain't and I wasn't holding out much hope he would be of much help. How wrong was I. We had only been in Debenhams a few minutes and he was pulling out nice, suitable, fashionable frocks - and accessorizing them with shrugs and bags !!

Dress and little cardi were tried on and paid for (by Martin so even better!) in half an hour which has to be a record for me. So that was a huge relief - I was starting to panic a bit.

Back to the hospital and the scan - which wasn't that bad really. Just uncomfortable as you have to lie flat on your back for 40 minutes.

I'll get the results on Thursday when I see Dr. P. but to be honest I'm really not that worried - I feel SO much better than I did last week. What a difference a few days, and a few pills can make. And best of all I've got 'the frock' !!