The Coronavirus Diaries, 12th February 2021

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.

12 thoughts on “The Coronavirus Diaries, 12th February 2021

  1. Yes, very sorry to read of your accident, but glad to see you have a little ‘army’ of support when they’re needed! Wishing you a speedy return to normality.

    • Thanks Graham. I am very fortunate with my friends and neighbours. It’s frustrating and even simple tasks take much longer and are surprisingly tiring, but it’s not for ever. Thank goodness.

  2. Glad to know the neighbors are there for you. I’ll send you some warmer weather from these parts. Back when we did the Year of the Metal Wrists, at least over here, narcotics were prescribed to me by the fistful. These days no amount of pain will get you much more than massive doses of over the counter remedies and a condescending pat on the back.

    • My friends are marvellous.
      I know that when I had surgery to fix my right wrist they packed it with pain relief too, so I felt nothing. When the injury is less serious stoicism is expected.

  3. So sorry you fell again. I wish you a speedy recovery. Balance seems to be a challenge as you get older. I now take such care going up and down the stairs that others behind me get rather impatient! 💗

    • I think I turned and stepped onto a surface which I thought was the same height as the one I had been on, but wasn’t. I realised I was falling, it felt like slow motion but Celia says I went down with a thump. I hope it was just unfortunate rather than a sign of old age!
      When I broke my right wrist it was from flying over the handlebars of my bike!

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