I started off a new craft of paper cutting which I was really enjoying and making progress from beginner to who knows what level and then my life changed.
2nd February 2018 should have been a great day for me. I was going to London to have some time to myself visiting my favourite places, craft shop, chocolate shop, nice chocolate cake, meeting up with a friend and seeing a show.
Well I did most of that except for the last part as I had a fall after picking up my ticket at the Box Office and before meeting my mate.
Was helped by some lovely people who were nearby who offered to call me an ambulance but I did not think that it was that bad and they helped me to my feet and I waited for my mate. One man who helped me to my feet managed to do so without spilling his beer. I went back to the theatre and got my money back for my ticket and sat and waited for my mate to arrive. Phoned my Mum to let her know and we decided I should get myself home and then we could get to A&E. I know I could have gone to a hospital in London but I did not know where to go and worried that if I spent hours in there I would not get home that night and the next day there were no trains only replacement buses.
Waited for my mate to arrive as he was bringing me something and then he helped get me into a taxi to Liverpool Street as there was no way I could have coped on the tube on a Friday night still in rush hour time. Lovely taxi driver who took me right to the taxi rank by the platforms I needed so I did not have to use the stairs or escalator to get to the platform.
Not really sure how I got home, at that time I was still in shock but not really in pain but sat cradling my arm on the train drive home.
Went home and got changed as I did not want to have to have my new jumper cut off me and changed into a tshirt.
Got to A&E at around 8.30pm on a Friday night and got home just after 1.30am on Saturday.
Had numerous xrays, two different plasters as they could not agree on the best plaster to put me in as I did a really good job at breaking it. Had to have it manipulated back into a reasonable position, my worst nightmare but because of the shock and the drugs they gave me I just went giggly and didn't feel a thing!
Was told I needed an operation to have it put back into place and have a plate and pins put in but there were no beds and there were people with broken hips ahead of me in the queue (quite rightly). As I had someone to look after me I was sent home and told they would call me in to have it operated on maybe Sunday.
Sunday morning came and was told it would not be that day and probably not Monday either but hopefully Tuesday. Sunday evening came and was told that it could be done at some point on Monday so to come in at 8am and they would fit me in.
Finally went down just after 2pm and was in recovery at about 5.15pm. Had hoped to go home that night but was kept in overnight, worst night sleep ever as ward was so busy and I had to sleep propped up and with my arm in a sling and suspended from a drip stand! Managed to get home the next day. New plaster and finding things to wear was a nightmare as things wouldn't fit over arm or do up over the cast, had to borrow something of Mums.
This was my view for quite a few weeks!
Was like this for 2 weeks until I went back to Fracture Clinic 2 weeks after I was released from hospital.
Story continues on next blog post!
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