Here I am, sitting in my temporary loan riser recliner and looking just so gorgeous (not!)
I have my wee bag twixt my knees…it
s easy to forget to check how full it is when ensconced (thats a posh word for a Wednesday afternoon…and i had to check the spelling) with matters on this forum, and myfoam wedges shoved bewteen my thighs and the too big chairsides, and a new attatchment on my foot.
Due to foot flop (a bit different to foot drop, eh?), I get a very deep, uncomfortable ache all through my legs and hips. and this feeling is now also affecting me when in my wheelie.
ping…a light came on in my bonce, which reminded of a gadget a physio gave me some time ago. It is an orthosis…a thing that my foot sits in and is strapped to my foot and leg, with velcro fastenings. I scrummaged for it under other detritus (there
s another posh word!.....eeee, 2 in one day!) in my hubbys wardrobe…gosh, the dust and muck in there! And I got t`old fella to strap me in. Well yeh, it lifts the foot and holds it up…whilst the other foot looks on in jealousy and wants one too.
ve rung the physio bods and left a message. Ill probably have to go via Gateway to Care to speak to them. I know…waste of money going through the channels…but then it keeps `em in work, eh?
I`m gonna ask for another brace, if I dare!
Only problem is, this particular bit of footwear just doesn
t match my new bag (the wee one, incase this monologue ...3rd posh word now) has confuse anyone and they havent got the faintest idea of what I`m waffling on about!
s me out of the running (ooh, how dare I use such a word in my condition?) for this years Strictly line up.