Tonight the wind is biting. I popped down the road to deposit something in Celia’s brown bin as we no longer have one. I had intended to ring her doorbell and have a chat, but it was so cold all I wanted to do was get home again. It’s been cold all day, but also sunny which did much to mitigate it, so long as you were on the sunny side of the street, which by and large B and I were. I was her escort or minder for the walk to and from the venue where she had the first of her Covid jabs. Pfizer for those of you who like to know these things. For once I hardly took any photographs, although there were a number of things which caught my eye. It was all too much of a faff as I am again one handed having fallen the other day and put out my hands to save myself.
My accident was like a study in the effect of falling on different surfaces, one kind, the other unyielding. One hand landed on grass and I got a muddy glove but no injury. The other landed on the pavement and the pain had me wincing all the way home and especially when I tried to take off my glove. I thought, I hoped, it was just a bruise, maybe a sprain, and wrapped an ice pack round it, covered it in arnica, put it in a sling, took paracetamol. In the morning it still hurt, but one bit where I could see a large bruise blooming, hurt more, hurt a lot more. I went to A&E at Tommy’s.
The x-ray was inconclusive, but where it hurts most is probably, possibly, a fracture. My wrist was plastered and I have to attend the fracture clinic on Tuesday. So it’s not like when I fractured my other wrist and the x-ray looked like a disassembled jigsaw. I don’t anticipate surgery and metalwork this time. It’s just frustrating. And painful. When I *smashed* my right wrist, *smashed* being the technical term employed by the consultant, I was given lots of painkillers. The scale of my injury this time can be gauged by the advice I was given about which over the counter pain relief to buy. A&E was quiet. I was the only patient in Urgent Care; the only patient in X-Ray. In normal times the staff are rushed off their feet. I wonder if post Covid those people who turn up at A&E with a mild headache will continue to stay away. Everyone was calm, welcoming, professional.
I love the NHS.
I also love my wonderful friends and neighbours who have come to my support. Celia has chopped vegetables for me, washed my clothes including my bloody and muddied jeans, supplied me with treats and has been a cheerful supportive (socially distant) presence. Michèle bought some bread I badly needed and arrived with a bottle of wine. Octavia cooked me two meals and bought me some treats, then ordered a waterproof sleeve so that I can shower and have a much needed hair wash. B&J have offered advice, humour, been company on the ‘phone, on Zoom, and in B’s case, on today’s walk.
MasterB has sniffed my plaster cast but I don’t think it means anything to him. He’s curled up beside me now, on my right side, though given that a cat’s purrs are supposed to be healing, when the pain is less maybe I should be encouraging him to lie against my left arm.
Stay safe. Keep well. Keep your balance. Value your friends.