I had my last check-up this morning. It lasted all of 2 minutes, at the end of which dr. Van der Flier, my consultant, pronounced that everything had healed splendidly and all I needed to do was keep up with my exercises and build up the strength in my ankle, and closed my file ( Read more... )

All through last week, Jobsworth has been urging me to come back to work, and I suppose subconsciously I have been pushing myself to comply to his wishes. In the end though, it has impacted my convalescence in a negative way: I've been suffering from a bad case of postoperative oedema for the past 10 days, and my lower leg, which has turned the ( Read more... )

Jobsworth wants me back in the office from Monday. Actually, he wanted me back in from this morning, but I've got doctor's and physio appointments all through this week, and I know I'm not up to that two hour commute both ways yet, so grumpily he's agreed to let me have these next few days off still. I've no idea whether next Monday I'll feel any ( Read more... )

Last night when I went to bed, my ankle had swollen to twice the size it was when it came out of the cast. This morning, the swelling had gone down, but it was still noticeable enough for Rutger, my physiotherapist, to give me a telling off...although he did it in the nicest possible way ( Read more... )

The cast came off this morning. Yay! for unencumberedness. It feels a little weird to be walking, and of course I'm still favouring my left leg a bit, but over the next few days things should improve dramatically. I have been warned to take it easy, and to be very careful with steps and stairs and kerbs and the like ( Read more... )

I hate those notions I get just before I wake up. This morning, I woke up convinced I could walk. I swung my legs over the side, and was cruelly disabused of that idea. Another day spent just lying about...it was all I could do to relieve the boredom somewhat to paint my nails to match my cast, and then take a picture of it. That kept me occupied ( Read more... )

The dreaded company doctor was supposed to be calling and check on my progress an hour ago - but I've not heard from him. Typical! I lay awake worrying they might order me back to work, and then they forget about me ( Read more... )

This is me, logging off. 8 Hours from now, I'll be checking into hospital to have surgery done on my ankle. Afterwards, I'll be staying with my Mum for a few weeks, and I won't be coming back online until I've got my walking cast and can manage on my own again.

I'll miss you all.

Take care,
H.

The day of my admission into hospital is drawing inexorably nearer, and I'm getting more nervous by the hour. I've cleaned, hoovered and ironed, and now I'm sitting here in a tidy flat wondering what clothes to pack for my 2 week sojourn at Mum's. I think of a pair of trousers, and I wonder if the legs will be wide enough for my leg in its cast to ( Read more... )

Enough, already! I've had it with this summer that just won't hurry up and get here. I'm so sick of all this rain and wind and more rain. Here we are in July, and I'm wearing jumpers, for pity's sake! Could those two or three sunny weeks we had back in April really have been it for this year ( Read more... )