Mr Magnolia has only one boot – so do I now. I went down to Kent this week to have my highly decorated cast cut off. When my leg was at last exposed after seven weeks of imprisonment in plaster of paris it looked as if it belonged to a lizard. I was fitted with a magnificent boot that has velcro clamps on each side to keep my ankle in a fixed position and then set off for home. I am new to this boot and frustrated at how easily the velcro sticks to all the wrong bits. Getting it on is not easy as I grapple with bits that stick to parts of the boot they shouldn’t and as the boot is new, the velcro still has a locktight clench. It is a battle of mammoth proportions I endure every time I want to walk out of the door. The good news is I do not need to wear this in the shower or around the home but I still need one crutch to help me get around outside. Some ups and some downs to get over. At least I am at the next stage and on the mend.
I saw the state of my leg for the first time in seven weeks when the cast was removed. As soon as I got in from the hospital, I jumped in the
shower to wash off the dead skin from where my cast was. I scrubbed and then
applied body lotion. So far, so good. Then I woke up this morning to a
snowstorm of dead skin in the bed. I went through the same process of cleaning
off the skin. Then I changed the bedding. I went swimming. I took my boot off
at the pool and another snowstorm of skin fell out all over the floor in the
foyer. Argh and oh, how embarrassing.
At least the swim should have got rid of the excess. It didn’t. I washed it off in the shower, dried myself and still more skin rubbed off. At this rate, I’ll have lost about two inches of leg with all that I am shedding. This really is not nice. Now that I can see my scar. I have one the shape of an “L” on my right heel. I feel this could lead to future confusion, especially as I have two left feet.
For seven weeks I have been wearing odd socks – a big fluffy
one over the cast and a normal one on the left foot. Now I can wear two the
same. For all my life I have paired socks up before I put them away. There was
no point doing this while I had the cast on so now I have the new challenge of
matching up pairs once more. What a faff. I’m convinced the black hole that
swallows socks has been busy in my home of late.
I have also realised I need different trousers. Before, they
had to be baggy enough to go over the cast. Now they can be tight to my skin to
go inside the boot. Dealing with a bad leg is all too much to think about. Perhaps
I’d be happier if I just spent my days in a dressing gown. And just like Mr.
Magnolia I could get a rusty of trumpet to annoy the neighbours.
Mothers' Day was pretty special... memorable for a very chocolately ice cream at Bicester Village. This was the first ever ice cream that Mattaya had tasted. Now she is totally addicted. Later on she saw two women eating a cone and reached out to them drooling. Definitely addicted!
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The first ever ice cream. The slippery slope to decadence. |
The book is all but finished. I promised myself an end of March deadline and I have done it. Just like when I walked out of my final exam of my masters, I feel bereft. When you have engaged with something with intensity it leaves a hole when it is done... Just editing now...