Daily Prompt: Sympathy is OK, but does it solve the problems?

I have got a new toy in my collection, although to be quite honest there are some items I would rather not collect. I now have a Walker. I did not even know the english name for this masterwork of transportation, in German we call it a “Rollator”, probably because it rolls. At the moment it rolls everywhere with me as my legs no longer roll as they should since my spectacular dive on the floor of the bedroom almost a week ago.

Sitting in my hospital bed thinking of how nice it is not to have to do anything, I realised that when I arrive home, I will not be able to do anything, because my left leg has a broken bone, the femur. I even looked that up in Internet on some sort of medical page. It told me that the femur is the biggest and strongest bone in the human body and rarely is damaged. I suppose there are exceptions to every rule. So mine is damaged, pieced together by the miracles of steel, screws and whatever and I need a transport.

I called Mr. Swiss from the hospital. I need a “Rollator/Walker” when I get home. An hour lager he called back, and we now have a Rollator. A nice one in violet with a basket and a surface for carrying stuff. I had already bought an electric wheelchair a few months ago, so it was no problem to contact the store and pick up a walker. It is ideal. I am not exactly Speedy Gonzales, but it gets me from the bedroom to the bathroom, to the kitchen and I can even carry my iPad with me. My Kindle is in the bag at the front. So now you can see me moving with my new companion and when I again regain my fitness I will be using my wheelchair outside.

I often wonder what people think when they see me coming. Are they sympathising thinking so young and already needing support. Perhaps some might even be admiring my driving talent. I am the fastest in a wheelchair. I am still practicing with the walker, but am getting there. Any sympathy is welcome but I have to do it all by myself. According to thigh bone breakage instructions, it is a matter of 5-6 months and everything is back to how it should be, but… and there is a big but, you have to practice. Do you exercises daily and put as much weight on the leg as possible etc. etc. It looks like I will have a long walker path to take, but I am on the way. I even managed to lift my left leg today and dress on my own without calling for Mr. Swiss: the only problem being that I had my trousers and knickers on back to front, but all beginnings are difficult. I can actually now reach my left foot with my hands, my leg joint has slowly decided to communicate with me again. And now to move on (by walker of course): pratice makes perfect.

Daily Prompt: Sympathy is OK, but does it solve the problems?

Good Morning

Hospital Bed

For those that do not now, the photo is of my bed in the local hospital where I spent the last week. For those that got the message online somehow, I am back from my stay at the hospital at home and trying to get back to the old routine.

These things always happen when you least expect them to happen. As I left the shower in the morning one foot did not connect with the other but the hard wooden floor connected with my hip bone which got a crack down the  middle. The surgeon said I was lucky as it was a clean crack. I did not really appreciate the comment. Anyhow delivered to the hospital on Sunday morning and Sunday evening operated from 9.00 pm until about 11.30 pm. At my own request I did not want to knock out aneasthetic but the injection in the back that lames you. That was quite good as I got all the action. It was when they began to use a drill on my knee that it got a bit noisy. I have bits and pieces of metal in my thigh and two parallel pins in my knee – yes, I have become the bionic woman.

The first two days were not very pleasant as my digestive system refused to accept the wonderful hospital food, but on the third day I was ready to go, although not very fast. I got some physio therapy in the hospital from two young ladies and managed a few short walks with a zimmerframe. Eventually their boss turned up and asked why I was laying in bed most of the day. She was one of these energetic Amazon type women. I told her that when you bring up 4 kids, cook, do laundry and clean all you married life (almost 50 years) you tend to make the most of the times when you can relax and not have to do anything. This was apparently wrong, as I should now work to be fit again. There is never peace for the wicked, so they say. I more or less got bed ban and so I began to sit in a chair, although that hospital bed was so comfortable.

And now back home facing the hard realities of daily blogging and photography. I am not sure how regularly I will be calling in at the moment, as there will be a few things to deal with, but it is now the week-end. Although the housework is now down to a minimum so I have more time to blog.

Those of your that got the message, I would like to thank for your comments and sympathy, but weeds do not die, they spread and take over, so I still have a good chance. I have so much to catch up on at the moment, so please forgive me if I am a bit slow acknowledging all your kind comments. At least I now have something completely different to write about, and some of those doctors in the hospital really are Brad Pitt Lookalikes: shame they have to wear masks when they are operating.

And now to move on there are things to do, like taking a shower and speeding around with my mobile carriage on wheels.

See you later, keep well and be careful where you tread. Danger hovers in every corner, on every floor and make sure that your feet remain attached to your body. 🙂

Solothurn Hospital

Before I forget, a view from my hospital window, through their dirty windows. They are building a new wing to the hospital opposite, hence the crane.