Last Tuesday I went to the Doctors surgery because I'm still not coping with the pain as well as a couple other things. After we left the doctors surgery, my mum had to park round the corner so, she had to go and get the car (there was no way I was going to be able to hop to the car using TWO gutter crutches - I had to ask physio for another gutter crutches because my hand was getting bruised very quickly and my wrist was hurting an awful lot and I thought it was going to pop out).
Across the road there was a big movers truck and another one had just pulled up, they were trying to work out which truck should go where and the ONE space that is outside the doctors surgery was free... mummy thought that she'd stop there so I could hop in but the space was big enough for a truck. They worked out the truck across the road would move outside the doctors surgery and the other truck would park in its place. As they were deciding this an elderly couple pulled up to the doctors surgery, they were about to park as an arse of a human being told them they had to move.
I asked the man nicely if he could wait a couple minutes for my mum to pick me up... they saw me struggle down the slope and flounder around whilst I was standing and waiting. He told me that I should walk to the car.
Unfortunately, the truck parked before mummy could get there so I had to make my way to as close as she could get. I told my mum what they said and she got very angry (which doesn't happen very often) she stopped in the road, grabbed my disabled badge and showed it to a guy, explained what happened and he shrugged... HE SHRUGGED!!! The guy who did it was standing behind him and I could tell he was listening but it didn't looked like he cared... AT ALL.
My mum made a note of their moving companies name and we went round to my grandparents house (they love to complain - they especially love the word 'compensation') mummy told them what had happened and they weren't at all pleased so they rang up but all they could do was leave a message with (what they think was) the receptionist, she said that they are two of the head guys in their company and that she was surprised by this; she said they'd get told off.
A LOT OF GOOD THAT IS!!!
How can people be so thoughtless and inconsiderate?!
*huggle* for everyone!!!
Saturday, 29 June 2013
Monday, 17 June 2013
In Pain And Fully Drained
Today I had a doctors appointment. I originally made this appointment to discuss my knee before I ended up going to A&E but I went to it anyway.
Over the last few days my whole leg has been hurting me an awful lot. I have been in so much pain I have ended up crying. I decided I should discuss my leg and the pain it is causing with the doctor today. She has now put me on Tramadol for the pain.
After I took my first Tramadol of the day (I have been on it previously) my mum and I had a hair dressers appointment so that we can look nice and fluffy (nice, good, happy) for my sisters Engagement Party this Sunday.
Now, I haven't hopped on my crutches for a while and I have never hopped using one gutter crutch so my balance is a little off.... A LOT off! As soon as I got out the car I wobbled over almost landing face first on the floor; I managed to stop myself at the very last second.
The next hurdle was the 3, very steep, steps into the hairdressers... I was sooooo wobbley it must have looked hilarious to any on seers. I got inside and as soon as I sat down on the waiting seat the guy told me to get up as it was my turn. He was trying to rebleach my green hair (*only at the tips* - for now) which took him ABSOLUTELY ages and the whole time I was sat there holding my leg out - HURT SOOOOOO MUCH! then, right when the guy was finishing applying the bleach my mum could see I was in so much pain she dragged a chair over to let me rest my leg on it. The man said it was fine for it to be there whilst he finished applying the bleach; then, when he finished and wanted to stick my head under the strange brain-washing machine (the weird helmet thing that's hot and helps the bleach to work faster and better. I think.) the guy brought a stool over for my leg to rest on...
WHY? Why couldn't he bring it over from the start? It was soooo hurty and I had to hold it up myself. Some people just don't think.
Then I had to have my hair washed (the bleach didn't really work) and I had to hold my leg up again; I had to go back to the other chair for him to dry it and cut my fringe in and he went out of his way to make sure my leg was comfortable, adjusting the height and everything... STRANGE
When we were down there I was floopy but we had to go and get tyres for the car... my mum and I got bored so we were playing around with her car make up on me... (I felt so pretty after - not all frumpy like this morning).
As soon as we got the tyres we went to get me food so that I could refuel - to try and help my floopyness. My mum did a couple things around there before we went to Hobbycraft. I was only in there for about 15 minutes; my leg was in agony, my hand was killing me (from hopping on the crutches) and I was getting more floopy again. I had to go back to the car because I couldn't stand it anymore, which helped make me feel a bit better (apart from my leg).
Originally my mum and I planned to go to the cinema this evening to see Man of Steel at 18.00. We got home at 16.00ish and my sister was struggling with my niece because my niece didn't want my sister to do anything but hold her (nothing was wrong, she was just being needy baby, greedy baby) so she wanted us to help her and about an hour later I went horribly floopy and I looked horribly drained. Suffice it to say, we did not go :(
To sum it up... Not feeling great today :(
*huggle* for everyone!!!
Over the last few days my whole leg has been hurting me an awful lot. I have been in so much pain I have ended up crying. I decided I should discuss my leg and the pain it is causing with the doctor today. She has now put me on Tramadol for the pain.
After I took my first Tramadol of the day (I have been on it previously) my mum and I had a hair dressers appointment so that we can look nice and fluffy (nice, good, happy) for my sisters Engagement Party this Sunday.
Now, I haven't hopped on my crutches for a while and I have never hopped using one gutter crutch so my balance is a little off.... A LOT off! As soon as I got out the car I wobbled over almost landing face first on the floor; I managed to stop myself at the very last second.
The next hurdle was the 3, very steep, steps into the hairdressers... I was sooooo wobbley it must have looked hilarious to any on seers. I got inside and as soon as I sat down on the waiting seat the guy told me to get up as it was my turn. He was trying to rebleach my green hair (*only at the tips* - for now) which took him ABSOLUTELY ages and the whole time I was sat there holding my leg out - HURT SOOOOOO MUCH! then, right when the guy was finishing applying the bleach my mum could see I was in so much pain she dragged a chair over to let me rest my leg on it. The man said it was fine for it to be there whilst he finished applying the bleach; then, when he finished and wanted to stick my head under the strange brain-washing machine (the weird helmet thing that's hot and helps the bleach to work faster and better. I think.) the guy brought a stool over for my leg to rest on...
WHY? Why couldn't he bring it over from the start? It was soooo hurty and I had to hold it up myself. Some people just don't think.
Then I had to have my hair washed (the bleach didn't really work) and I had to hold my leg up again; I had to go back to the other chair for him to dry it and cut my fringe in and he went out of his way to make sure my leg was comfortable, adjusting the height and everything... STRANGE
When we were down there I was floopy but we had to go and get tyres for the car... my mum and I got bored so we were playing around with her car make up on me... (I felt so pretty after - not all frumpy like this morning).
As soon as we got the tyres we went to get me food so that I could refuel - to try and help my floopyness. My mum did a couple things around there before we went to Hobbycraft. I was only in there for about 15 minutes; my leg was in agony, my hand was killing me (from hopping on the crutches) and I was getting more floopy again. I had to go back to the car because I couldn't stand it anymore, which helped make me feel a bit better (apart from my leg).
Originally my mum and I planned to go to the cinema this evening to see Man of Steel at 18.00. We got home at 16.00ish and my sister was struggling with my niece because my niece didn't want my sister to do anything but hold her (nothing was wrong, she was just being needy baby, greedy baby) so she wanted us to help her and about an hour later I went horribly floopy and I looked horribly drained. Suffice it to say, we did not go :(
To sum it up... Not feeling great today :(
*huggle* for everyone!!!
Sunday, 16 June 2013
I Knee-d My Knee
I was on baby duty on wednesday for my niece. I was holding her in the kitchen, all I was doing was standing and suddenly my knee went inwards and I heard a loud crunch sound. I had to stop myself from falling over by gripping onto the fridge and sliding down the awl behind me; there was NO way I was going to fall whilst holding my niece.
I was limping for two days but by mid-day Friday it was getting far too painful. My mum couldn't take me to A&E because she can't push me so my sister took me.
Silly me, I told her to go to the hospital with the most drunks, although they can be amusing we have to keep our distance. The hospital also is way too busy and the nurse who initially assesses you was a grumpus of a woman.
We waited 2 hours to see the grumpus and she wasn't listening to me, and barely looked at my knee.
She sent me to x-ray (I always hate that because they put you in positions that make sure that the painful things HURT LIKE HELL) then I had to wait an extra hour and a half to see the doctor-y person. I told him all my problems (to which my sister rolled her eyes) then I told him all my medications (to which my sister gave me a very interesting look), the doctor-y person told me that nothing is broken and then he examined my leg. He told me that it shouldn't be THAT tender. He sent me to get a Modified Robert Jones (get it bandaged up).
My sister said that he only did it because I kicked up a fuss. If that were true he would have just put a tubey grip on it and not this big chunky thing.
I have to go back to see the fracture clinic in a few weeks.
Whenever I do something to myself it's never nothing... NEVER!
My whole knee, leg and bad foot is swollen and in utter agony throughout the day (and night).
I was limping for two days but by mid-day Friday it was getting far too painful. My mum couldn't take me to A&E because she can't push me so my sister took me.
Silly me, I told her to go to the hospital with the most drunks, although they can be amusing we have to keep our distance. The hospital also is way too busy and the nurse who initially assesses you was a grumpus of a woman.
We waited 2 hours to see the grumpus and she wasn't listening to me, and barely looked at my knee.
She sent me to x-ray (I always hate that because they put you in positions that make sure that the painful things HURT LIKE HELL) then I had to wait an extra hour and a half to see the doctor-y person. I told him all my problems (to which my sister rolled her eyes) then I told him all my medications (to which my sister gave me a very interesting look), the doctor-y person told me that nothing is broken and then he examined my leg. He told me that it shouldn't be THAT tender. He sent me to get a Modified Robert Jones (get it bandaged up).
My sister said that he only did it because I kicked up a fuss. If that were true he would have just put a tubey grip on it and not this big chunky thing.
I have to go back to see the fracture clinic in a few weeks.
Whenever I do something to myself it's never nothing... NEVER!
My whole knee, leg and bad foot is swollen and in utter agony throughout the day (and night).
I am now BACK on crutches!
I hope you're all well!
*huggle* for everyone!!!!
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Painful Pots (and all my other stuffs)
The last few days my mum and I have been on baby duty whilst my sister helps her fiancé finish packing up his Uni stuffs.
I love my niece but looking after her takes a lot of energy and effort for me. I find it hard to wake up in the mornings already so waking up super early everyday for a few days is a real struggle. Then I pick her up, put her down (in her low cot that doesn't have a collapsing side).
Yesterday, my mum and I thought it would be nice to take my niece out for the day but my lovely sister took the car keys with her :(
That's when my mum and I did something we both regret today.
We decided, in our infinite wisdom, to take the bus.... BAD PLAN.
Not just that, we thought we'd do some shopping (horrid plan). Because we took my niece I couldn't be in my wheelchair. I used a walker instead.
This has led to full body (weirdly my hands included) agonising pain. So much so I find it hard to make slight movements and even put my feet on the floor.
I have spent most of the day in bed (although, if I had my way, I would have spent ALL day in bed).
Not feeling fluffy... AT ALL!
A very soft *huggle* for everyone!!!
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