I never realised what it was like to be disabled until I had my foot operation. I had two weeks of non-weight bearing, and in that time I was supposed to use a surgical boot, crutches and or a knee walker to get around.
At the same time, I found my hands were useless as they were engaged in operating the crutches or knee walker. So like any able-bodied man I cheated. Toileting, for example, needs two feet to be performed properly. Needless to say when no one was watching I succeeded in the said tasks.
I worked on the theory that I could only get better and I had to patient.
Patience they say is a virtue, and you discover that in recovery mode if you don’t adopt that attitude, you make life very difficult for you and all around you.
I was lucky to receive some great help, and I am very grateful for that. I also continue to receive help from my neighbours who mow my lawns which at present grow like they are possessed it being summer and we’ve had a fair bit of rain.
So now I have dispensed with the surgical boot, the crutches and knee walker. I found in a cupboard in my old house an old walking stick, which serves to assist me and garner sympathy from those around me.
I am not as recovered as I would like, but that is my impatience as my surgery was a month ago and the recovery period is eight weeks, I have a few to go yet.
But as Christmas is nearby, I am pleased I can do some things though I know standing for too long is not good. It means I can get out of the washing up.
So a merry Christmas or happy holiday which ever you celebrate at this time of year, to each of you who read my work. Have a good one.