well, it is now two weeks since my little accident that got me here. in my sofa and like one should do ever so on: a status report:
Health: is going well. Last Tuesday i went on a medical check in the the hopsital and the doctor is happy when he saw my "raostbeef". I call my surgery the "roastbeef" because with the stiches i looks like a roastbeef before it goes into the oven :-) .
They have changed the cask for a fixed brace, which make my life not easier. I admit: i feel less safe in the brace than the cask. The weight is a problem and just the feeling of tripping is higher. Also sleeping is less easy ....
my physical condition is ok, but amazing to see i have lost alround muscle in my right leg. evn with the suggested daily excercise it is melting like snow for the sun, so rehad : here i come and i will be there for a while :-)
Family: i haven't lived with my mum since i was 12, which is now 28 years ago, but now she is back . She helped tremendeous on everything and so has the rest of my family. if i look around myself and hear sometimes friends talk about their family i can only say: I'm one lucky bastard. We just love each other and they just spoil me.
Friends: if the saying " in the hour of need one knows his friends" is a sign i'm blessed. Thanks to all of you who have offered me help i one shape or form, sent me messages to keep up the spirit, making me laugh and taking care of all.
Horror: strange caption, but it needs to be said. i have an injury, but last friday i went out in my wheel chair to go out and have some fresh air, and suddenly i felt like a wincher or complainer. why ? because all the stories i had to hear from my people i came acros: oh my god that is bad, but you know my uncles brother in law his kid's best friend once had torn of his achilles tendon and by the force of the snap cut open his leg. whilst he was lying there a dog passed by and started chewing on it , he chased the dog away and started stiching himself like a real rambo. (this story is not true of course, but is just a flavour of the stories people seem to have the urge to tell to me; as if they want to comfort me by telling stories that are worse than mine.
Time: more time: FORGET IT. first of all everything you do takes a lot more time. Think about normal things i live as taking a shower; have your breakfast. (try to get a bottle of milk out of the fridge on one leg with crutches) .... and suddenly 1/3 of your day is gone. you try to do your excercises to adhere to the fysio's instruction .. and then the office: a lot of people consider this not an illness. Yep but Toon you are sitting in the sofa: you will be bored to death if we do not keep you busy. Conclusion: feels sometimes i read and answer more e-mails than when i was actually working and not on sick leave.
well but it is week-end now, my mum went home for the week-end, but Lauran is coming so we are going to have some nice relaxing time together. Riens just leaft a scouts week-end and father and daughter will do some cooking and baking i guess ...
happy travels
T.
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