Of course me being me I am fighting against this all the way. Whilst I have more movement back in my foot, if I try and walk more than a few meters it gives out and I end up on the ground. I am resting as much as I can. Using crutches where I cannot use the wheelchair and hoping this is just a damaged ligament and we will be back to being able to walk across a room without ending of the floor.
Yet it has brought to light this is yet another adjustment I have to make. One if I am honest scares me. It will mean I become more reliant upon my family. Dear social services won't provide me with someone to do necessary cleaning or help. My husband and kids are my carers. Therefore we will need to make adjustments to the house. But with what?! Money does not grow on trees. I should know, I'm a gardener.
There are so many things I would like to enhance my quality of life. A power add on for my gorgeous manual a wheelchair, the NHS kindly provided. I cannot get out much as I cannot self propel for far. My scooter is too heavy for me to lift into boot of the car, not very practical around local shops! Even less than my old power wheelchair. I still yearn to get off road. To feel the wind in my hair and the sounds and smells of nature. To feel inspired to be able to weave a story in my head, to put down on paper on the days I cannot get out. Yet it seems adjustments to the house may well have to take preference.
One day I will achieve my dreams of being as independent as I can be. One day ... Let's just hope this is a blip and not another urgent adjustment to make. Saying all this I count my blessings daily. Things could be far worse. I have a loving husband and kids. I don't have the pressure of needing to work to make ends meet. I have my writing, my crafting and some great friends spread across the world.