Some of you may remember my post a few weeks ago telling you of my broken wrist sustained during a totally mad moment when I thought it was a good idea to try and stand on the kids hoverboard!
Well, since then, I've managed pretty well to be independent and have found all sorts of ways of managing things. - so feeling pretty smug!
So, on Wednesday, I was in the shower - the broken wrist encased in my lovely bright pink cast which was itself protected by a Limbo waterproof cover.
With the cast on and the cover, I can't hold on to the grab handle that side so have been bending over to wash between my toes instead of lifting my foot up - have been doing this every day for a few weeks now, but on Wednesday my foot slipped and I fell back onto my bum - very heavily!
The bruise is finally working its way out - dear husband said, 'Well, it's got a lot of layers to get through!' (Don't worry, he'll soon recover!) and each day it's feeling a little less sore, but it's impeding my walking and bending.
So there you have it!
I am currently an official old crock!
What with the wrist, the bruised bum and the ex COVID cough still hanging about I think that's enough to be getting on with, don't you?
Never mind. The cast comes off on Friday and I expect I'll be able to walk properly again by then, so am looking forward to Christmas with the family and no more accidents!
Am having to do all this on my phone as, just to add insult to injury, my lap top is playing up. Hey ho! In the words of my late mother, 'Worse things happen at sea! '
I expect I'll be on again before Christmas, but in case my phone blows up or I go down with beri beri I'll wish you all a very happy Christmas and a happy new year.