I broke my ankle on the 11th of September, and I
am now hopefully almost half way through the healing process. I don’t have an exciting story as to how I
did it. I fell down the bottom stair, and
my foot got caught between the stairs. Of
course I did a good job - I broke both bones, one of them twice, and dislocated
it.
Luckily it was early in the morning, so when my husband took
me to emergency it was quiet, so I got treated straight away. I have never been in so much pain in my life.
I ended up spending eight nights in hospital waiting for the
swelling to go down so they could operate to put in a pin.
This is a picture of the third cast I have been in. And if you think this looks big, it is the
smallest and lightest so far. My
mother-in-law knitted me the little foot hat to keep my toes warm. In two weeks this cast comes off and then I am in a boot for
six weeks.
Last week, I started quilting again with my machine lowered,
so I can sit while I work. I am slow, but it is great
to feel productive again.
I have never had an accident like this before, and it has
made me realise how lucky I am. I could
have hurt myself so much more seriously.
I live in a country where I have access to excellent health care. My family have been so supportive – cooking,
cleaning, driving me around. My customers have been so understanding. I will
definitely not take my health for granted in future, and be a lot more careful.
