I have hurt my foot.
I have no idea how it happened.
I have no idea what is wrong with it.
An x-ray has ruled out a fracture so I remain in pain but with no diagnosis.
60mg of codeine did nothing to ease my suffering. Its only effect was to render me a spaced out, confused, mumbling mess. I no longer bother with it.
Apart from the pain, my chief complaint is my enforced house arrest. It is impossible for me to walk more than a meter without the pain becoming so bad I need to stop. Furthermore, to compensate for the pain I have developed a rather awkward limp, which results in more shooting pain up my leg, and a feeling of shin splints in both legs.
I do not drive.
My mode of transport are my feet.
Without use of my legs and feet I am housebound.
This is driving me crazy!
I need fresh air!
I need to see people!
I need to shop!
I need to get out of this goddamned house!
I must rely on my OH to bring me to the shops once he gets home from work. The feelings of dependency and helplessness are hard for me to endure.
I bore the affliction of being immobile many years ago due to an illness and this is a reminder of those immensely frightening and dark days.
Recalling and re-experiencing feeling I never wanted to encounter again.
I want to put on my shoes and coat and leave the house.
I have no place I need to go, I just want to feel the freedom of knowing I can walk when I want to.
Instead I sit here, typing. Trying to connect with another human being via my blog, twitter and Facebook.
It’s no good though.
I remain trapped.