Two steps forward three steps back

Two steps forward three steps back


After having another operation on the back of my stump to remove a burst cyst, I was bed ridden for seven days – unable to move my thigh even slightly because it would split my stitches. I found this out the hard way, by doing too much two days after my operation, and the back of my leg was running with blood.

So after a weeks forced rest, with my mum running around for me, I finally got the confidence to start hopping around on my crutches. Bad mistake.

On Saturday, my mum had mopped the bathroom floor and I went straight in unaware, to use the loo. Suddenly my crutches slid away from me and I fell to my left, and instinctively put out my leg to stop my fall. Unfortunately, it’s my left leg I’ve lost, and I slammed right down on to the end of my stump, onto the hard floor.

I cried out in pain and all I could do was hold my stump curled up in a ball on the floor rocking for at least ten minutes. Straight away my mum ran to my aid and was hugging me, and through gritted teeth I waited for the pain to go.

For those of you who haven’t had the misfortune of banging your stump, it feels like someone has hit your funny bone with a hammer, then when you think the pain has subsided enough to move it, someone hits you again.

It is now Tuesday and I have black bruising on the tip of my bone and skin. It still throbs, my stitches remained intact but I think I have an infection, so I have an appointment with the hospital tomorrow to get checked out. I hope I haven’t chipped anything, and I just need a few antibiotics.

The other frustrating thing is my new leg has had to go back to get tweaked, and because of the tender stump and still weeping wound, I can’t wear my old leg, so I am back in my chair. It feels like I’ve gone back to square one. Oh, and to top off a crappy week I now have hives, thank you God!

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