Sunday 24 August 2008

I know what it was ....

... the next thing to happen. The washing machine stopped spinning. Or at least it never started. That's on the "quick wash" which is what I usually use. It's not quick when you need five attempts at spinning and it still doesn't work, dammit. So I've cut my losses and bought a new washer/drier, which I should have done last Christmas instead of buying this second hand washer from a friend, because a washer without a drier is no use to me in the winter in this tiny flat, it's damp enough without washing hanging around for days.

Moan over! And hopefully too the run of bad luck!

Had my hair cut in a different style yesterday. If I can galvanise myself I'll take a self-photo and show it. Sometime.

Friday 15 August 2008

Car battery flat, toilet seat broken, sink leaking - what next?

OK, I managed to keep smiling through vandalism, arson and a broken ankle but today I am SERIOUSLY FED UP.

The bathroom rug was wet yesterday. I blamed the cats and washed it, but when I returned home there was a puddle where the rug had been and I see one of the water pipes has a slow but steady drip.

Yesterday the physio told me my ankle is far too swollen and I must keep it elevated and walk more. I'm not sure how that works. However, the good news is that the movement was good and she gave me no exercises to do.

Last night I got out of bed for a bathroom visit and the whole seat skidded off the toilet. Further investigation this morning has entailed much swearing at whichever bloke invented the damn things, surely they could have one without screws and nuts and sticky bits by now??????????

This morning I decided I would try a short drive to the shops as the only edibles in the place are catfood and ginger biscuits. Car battery is completely flat, it doesn't even attempt to turn over.

I hate to ask "What next?" because I am afraid of the answer.


Friday 8 August 2008

Freedom!

At last, after 7 weeks of dependancy, frustration and one-legged sitting, the cast is off. Okay there were plusses - no petrol costs, lost weight as I was too proud/sneaky to add chocolate, wine and pork scratchings to my shopping lists.

According to the surgeon my wounds look great - I think the whole leg from knee down looks awful, but then, it never looked great. Big, I mean BIG, flakes of skin keep falling off, leaving a trail behind me. I shook a sock out of the window (disgusting I know) and it looked as if it was snowing.

Anyway, I am now shuffling along like a one year old (or a hundred and one year old - either way, I'm not wearing a nappy) and can finally carry liquids from one room to another without them being in a flask or bottle.

Things you need if you break your ankle - work out for yourselves what use they might be:
good friends and neighbours
a wheelchair (look for Wheelfreedom online and rent one)
a small backpack containing your mobile phone JUST IN CASE keep it with you always
a thermos flask
a large and a small empty lidded jar (ok I'll tell you why, for soups or casseroles, too much sticks in the flask)
a children's cereal container from Lakeland
a big book of sudoko puzzles
lots and lots and lots of whatever type of book you enjoy
small towels and teatowels to hand for mopping up
baby wipes (remember, you can't easily get into the shower)

if you are a woman you will also need to keep handy:
perfume
makeup
tweezers (those pesky hairs begin to be visible beneath the cast)
moisturiser as your toes will dry out

That's it, there's probably more but already I've forgotten. By the way, I haven't washed my hair since I broke my ankle, and I have no intention of washing it until I next go to the hairdresser as it looks absolutely fine, doesn't smell, and I'm treating it as an experiment

I've already forgotten all my hospital experiences, except the wind I had been conscientiously holding in for three hours and which came out like an uncontrolled explosion when I was finally wheeled to the toilet. When I came out I said to the ward staff at the nearby nurses station "Sorry about the noise", as I could see they were shaken. Or shaking.