In my efforts to be healthy despite my illness I was walking every day for 40 minutes. You may recall that I decided to add stair climbing, jumping-rope, shake weighting and ball exercises into rotation too. I did it two weeks ago, broke myself completely by overdoing it and then got a very painful ear infection.

Yesterday I finally had the chance to go it again. I did the stairs [a more sensible two minutes] and moved outside to do the jumping-rope for two minutes. I got three jumps in and landed wrong on my right foot; it rolled under and made a popping noise. I sat for a moment on the steps. Decided I couldn’t stay outside, hopped over to collect the timer and hopped inside.

I checked I could still wiggle my toes, then decided I needed to ice it. I hopped to the stairs, climbed them and crawled to the bathroom. Got an ace bandage and hopped back downstairs. Hopped to the freezer for ice, then the kitchen for a baggie. Finally got settled and wrapped it up.

I wait for a while then sent Weasel a text. She came home about an hour after I’d done it and after a brief examination she agreed it was probably broken. We headed to the hospital.

I took my wheelchair. The triage nurse took details, spotted my chair and got very confused. How on earth could someone who uses a wheelchair use a skipping rope? We were there from 5 to 8pm so between the following events, Weasel read more Moomin stories to me, I read a bit of my book and a newspaper. After a wait we saw a nurse who sent us to get an x-ray. The doctor looked at those and decided they needed a different view. More x-rays. Word came down that I’d broken the bit between the soft top muscle and my ankle bone and my fifth metatarsal. I got a temporary cast put on and an appointment for a proper one on Wednesday. I got given crutches and sent on my way. We spent another hour waiting for a taxi and got home at 9pm.

Crutches are difficult to use normally, but my lung condition has made it very challenging. Poor Weasel has become my gopher. My left foot is freaking out from the extra requirements and my other muscles are incredible sore.

Now on to other news:

• If anyone fancies a game of Words with Friends, invite me, amyezekiel.
• A snow storm happened while I was in the hospital and overnight. I tried to go to an appointment this morning and my scooter got caught in the snow. I had to crutch it back home. Appointment had to be postponed because taxis are all very busy.
• Weasel has been either working or sleeping for a couple of weeks, I missed her, but I feel that breaking my foot was a little dramatic.
• I’m fairly certain I’m going to have to cancel my visit to Horatio this weekend and that makes me sad.
• I’m not sure what to do about the hospital tomorrow, I’ll get there and see what happens. It’ll be my second rituximab infusion.
• Nan’s funeral was on the 2nd, I want to talk in more detail about it, but for now I’ll just say it was really wonderful.
• We had a wonderful family birthday/Christmas dinner on the 28th.
• I had an eye appointment, my vision and astigmatism is worse, so new glasses for me! I’ll get my current pair re-glazed after new ones arrive.
• I’m watching Lost on Lovefilm and I think I like it. It is very compelling at any rate and I’m only mildly annoyed with bits of it [like why is season three Kate suddenly crying all the time and acting so powerless when season one and two Kate was so kickass?].

I’m sorry for the gap in posting, I wasn’t going to do that any more, but it turns out that it is very hard to write when one isn’t feeling well. I liked to believe that I wasn’t writing before because I was lazy or scared. You’d think after five years of illness I’d stop being in denial about it.