A week ago tomorrow, I sprained my left ankle, sprained my right knee and went to bed for two days. I tried walking with a stick that crunched the bones in my osteoarthritic wrist, so I stopped that.
I found I could walk like a penguin, shuffling to the loo and back and even around the house.
In the medicine cupboard I found an ankle brace and a knee brace and a wrist brace. So I’m all braced up.
Enter Poirot! I’m getting good at little mincing steps, with erect back and pinched bum. Agatha Christie might even be proud…
Today took the dog for a short mincing walk. And tomorrow, I’m going swimming – well “going swimming” is actually me lolling around in a 35deg heated pool and relaxing.
I’m very pleased with my recovery. I must be a strong old bird. But mainly I suspect it’s my absolute delight that I never broke anything. Happiness heals!