A year is a long time, but some hip fractures are more serious than others. I’ve seen a couple of ladies who were on the ward at the same time as I was, and they’re both up and walking. They’re walking differently to how they walked before, but they’re walking. Advertisements
She was fully equipped for the journey. Crutches, wheelchair and her own brand of stubborness. Nothing kept her from doing anything – not even her disability – if she could help it.
You know that feeling, don’t you. We all do. That feeling where everything is generally turning to poo; when you’re depressed; when you’re disabled; when you’re injured… even when you just generally feel like utter crap.
We all know that life loves nothing more than to throw us the occasional curveball. However, the very act of conception can do the same. For instance, I had a schoolfriend with severe Cerebral Palsy caused by lack of oxygen at birth: he could only communicate via a computer or a Bliss Board. When … More Things That I Didn’t Ask For
Well, maybe not my hip, but my crappy consultant. You know: the one who showers in Daily Fail and walks out on his patients when they’re mid-sentence answering his questions. The one who ignores your partner/spouse/relative/carer and talks to you as though he’s addressing a toddler. Oh. Did I not talk about him in detail … More Hips *DO* Lie, After All!
WARNING: Photographs of injuries, which are explicit in nature. Not for the squeamish.
Last year, I went for a PIP assessment, which I failed. Apparently, my “high level of intelligence” excludes me from being disabled (epilepsy, anxiety, being autistic… yeah, none of those incringe on my life at all, apparently). As for the ME/CFS… “I wish I could stay in bed all day.” This was actually said to … More ME/CFS Awareness: Not A Lifestyle Choice!
[Image: Central Park, Chelmsford, courtesy of Google] If there’s one thing I really don’t like about summer (aside from the Hot; I do terribly in Hot and like autumn and winter the best) it’s when all the young, pretty ladies break out the kind of adorable sundresses and accessories that a rotund, middle-aged trout (me) … More Summer As A Spoonie
Yesterday was Man-Tribble’s first payday, and late in the afternoon I received a text informing me that he’d booked a table at our favourite pub/restaurant (pictured) for 8pm. For us this place holds many happy memories concerning family and friends, and the food never fails to deliver. Being a Tuesday, the menu wasn’t terribly exciting, … More Celebrating Good Times
My beloved Grandmother always used to say that everything comes to he who waits; it was her favourite adage, along with “Good things always eventually happen for good people”. Yesterday that all came very true for us. Out of the blue, the Man-Tribble received an email inviting him for a job interview. So he duly … More In Which Good Things Happen To Those Who Wait