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The loss of a limb :(

Hello,

It has been just under a week since I last blogged to inform you of my first night shift in hell. Since then I have had my foot broken and thus cannot work, walk and can barely leave the house.

It all happened in the early hours of Sunday morning when I walked home from the pub following some trouble. I woke up Sunday to find my foot was absolutely wrecked and I could barely hold the weight of the sheets on my bed without massive pain. Many painkillers and a trip to casualty later I was informed I had two broken metatarsals in one foot and it is likely I'll be out of action for quite some time.

Monday saw me, my mother and distressed yet endlessly supportive girlfriend off to hospital again to get my foot fixed. I was fully expecting six or more weeks in plaster but was given what they call a [i]moon boot[/i]. I was given this and a set of bigger crutches to what I was given at casualty and sent on my way with an appointment to return in early September. Despite the photo below, the "Contour Air Walker" as it is better known is alot less like a big shoe and more of a hot, sweaty burden on my day.
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Footwear aside, I have to applaud all paraplegic people (I feel I used the wrong word there so sorry if I did) for coping with how difficult it is getting through a day without one or both legs. Firstly, I can't drive and for me who spends on average around 22 hours a week driving it is absolutely heartbreaking. Then, the next priority is walking! I walked about a quarter of a mile taking Siobhan to the bus stop and back (back to driving.. I couldn't drive her home :@) and I was as tired as if I'd ran a marathon.

Also, when you see people on crutches, they seem to be walking as you'd walk with your feet all smooth and natural like.. but noooooooooooooo, the first two days I spent getting used to my crutches almost had me more injured than I was to begin with, I was bouncing off walls, tripping on steps and more...

I'll end this blog there for now though as you must have got the idea by now that I am bitter and unhappy and grumpy and missing my foot. Look out for more bitter blogs over the next 5 and a bit weeks aimed at you 2 legged folks while I sit here waiting for someone to come help me get downstairs

Love
Stephen :wave: