Good morning all.
Reporting for duty from a dull but mild Stockport.
I can’t pretend I am anything like back to my normal self, in fact I am struggling, but then, aren’t we all.
I have been realising I may never see “normal” again.
The hopes and expectations I had for my hip op have not been met.
That is really bad of me because the pain has gone, the results of such an op is, for most, not all, a little miracle.
The awful grinding pain is gone and I get about fine in the house with no aids at all, but I am scared to go out.
I have been confined to the house for so long, I don’t feel safe.
Currently two friends are in our local hospital after falls, one has been there nearly 3 weeks having broken her hip and her femur.
As of last week she was still in bed, she does have severe osteoporosis and has broken several bones over the past 3 years. The other has broken her shoulder and damaged her hip and has very low blood pressure.
This has made me very scared to venture out.
I had my vaccine four weeks ago today and last week my GD got a taxi and took me to Sainsbury’s, my first visit to a shop for eleven months, I did enjoy it but halfway round I was so tired we had to pay and come home.
Now I wonder, will I ever get my strength back?
“Enough already” of my whinging and feeling sorry for myself, I must make the most of life as is now and not hark back.
For those of you who have illness yourself or in loved ones, I feel for you and send the kindest and most loving thoughts.
Lockdown is enough to cope with without additional cares and worries.
I will try to post more often now, I won’t make promises but I do read most days and I thing of you all with affection.