Digression

I am writing this, bewildered, as I contemplate my new reality. Only a week ago I was completing the final leg of the walk and coming into Dwellingup after 22kms: tired, a little footsore, definitely smelly but already contemplating the next leg.

Tonight I lie in bed, fresh out of a three day hospital stint, crutches propped up against the wall. I will be on those crutches for the foreseeable future. The new job I was so excited about, well, that won’t be happening. The 5K race I had trained for next week: I won’t be running that. Our camping holiday over Christmas: probably not.

I got a blister that last day. Unbeknownst to me, the blister rub introduced a bacteria through the break in the skin that generated a deep and hidden ulcer beneath. I got the blister Saturday. Monday it felt like it was getting infected. Tuesday first thing I went to the doctor and was placed on heavy duty antibiotics. I ran a high fever. Thursday morning I went back to the doctor with the blister very swollen, a red foot and swelling advancing up the leg. He sent me straight to the ER.

At the ER they lanced the blister and revealed the presence of the ulcer beneath. I was admitted and immediately placed on six hourly doses of IV antibiotics and effective pain relief. The reality of my situation was brought home to me – I could have lost my foot. Healing will take months.

I was discharged more because I wasn’t acute any more (they need the beds) than because I was healed; I can have some more IV therapy at home with nurses that come in.

Tonight I navigated my difficult way around my home and worked out that this is going to be my existence for a long, long time, a future so much less enjoyable than what I had thought the next six months held in store.¬†Last Saturday was a fork in the road but I just couldn’t see it at the time.

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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