Just being honest with you that i still have down days. Today is one of them, the topic of today's blues is my weight. Since my accident i have put on a stone, and have gone up a dress size from 10 to 12 to 14 depending on the item of clothing. I know it's down to going from being very active and fit to hardly moving, and my mums cooking.
Once i finally move out i will be able to get control of my diet again. But the other thing thats got me down is waiting for yet another operation, then months of recovery then sorting out my old leg again. Which still isn't right it's still too long and does a really annoying thing (which belt legs do) which is you get it in the right position then you sit down and when you stand back up its twisted round and the foots turned in. I find this annoying with just one leg i feel really sorry for those who are missing two.
When i am finally healed enough to get that sorted i will mention this to the prosthatist there has to be something.
And whilst I'm having a moan i keep getting stabbing pains where i had my carpel tunnel, and my wrist is really weak. I know its only been 6 weeks since my op and pushing myself around in my chair doesn't help. So that's my moans, i know i have to be grateful that i only lost my leg and not my arms or damaged my face or senses. But as you will know some days are really hard. X
Thursday, 6 February 2014
Well I've not been getting much sleep due to a throbbing pain under the top part of my stumpy. After only wearing my old leg for 2 days I started to get a sharp pain. To the point where I can't even put my rubber liner on.
On closer inspection today the red lump now has a black dot in it about 1cm across. At first I was panicking thinking it was black dying skin. But on closer inspection (with the aid of a magnifying mirror it looks like another piece of stone from Bradford Road!
So I've called up my doctor and made an appointment to see him to have it cut out. This will mean stitches and my leg wrapped up for 6 weeks :(
I've already put on a bit of weight over Christmas, I can feel my ass growing as we speak :)
But better out than in and hopefully this will be the last operation. Then I can get on with sorting out the fitting of my old leg (which is currently two long). Whilst also supervising works on my new house.
Also it was my birthday on the 4th I'm now 35! They say that after 5 years you should be sorted with a leg and walking confidently. So 3 more years of tweaking to go. :)