…days, weeks, months … years? Yeah us too. I had an argument with our stairs …and lost!  I fractured my right humerus by breaking the head of that bone clean off and fracturing it to boot – I’ve found out that it may be called a humerus, but there ain’t nothing funny about it. 🤪 Meanwhile we are not sleeping all that well at our house. My accidental trip UP the stairs ‘doth murder sleep!’ (Macbeth) Yeah, I know it is traditional to fall downstairs – I am a non-conformist!

The pain meds I have to take have started to produce an odd side effect. With the onslaught of nightfall I begin to twitch – a sight to behold. I know, ew! What a ghastly thought! Restless legs I believe it’s called. Have you ever watched a cat that is watching something else moving? The tip of their tail twitches from side to side. Well that kind of strange little pantomime is taking place at our house at bedtime. I settle down to sleep, so does hubby, then my legs give an involuntary twitch and bingo bongo, I’m wide awake again. So, BTW is my poor dead tired hubby! It is never boring at our house.

Lemme tell you, when we are often least equipped to do it, we can really give the whole ‘ˆbearing with one another in love’ biblical instruction a huge work out. This twitching stuff goes on for hours! Hubby is such a patient man. Those of you who have ever had to immobilise a limb for one reason or another, would also know that when it comes time to mobilise said limb again, it protests very loudly indeed.  Who knew that our limbs have a mind of their own? Not me!! 😳 It gives a whole new meaning to the old adage – use it or lose it.

My dear fella, who has a very sharp mind normally, is so brain fogged he is struggling to know what day it is. He is my full-time carer, and recently he has had to be a full-time nurse to me as well. And no! That is definitely not the same thing. All this stuff happened to me, the day after he just finished his hand rehab after his thumb operation. So there have been a number of times when we’ve both needed a full-time carer! Fortunately, our family has been incredibly kind and helpful. But at 2.00 am, sadly … they no longer live at our house. I bet they’re glad about that!

Fun fact: after nearly three weeks, everything we’ve needed to manage these injuries has started to migrate, all by itself … secretly … under cover of darkness, sneaking downstairs into the only room I can live in. Our bedroom. It’s a wee bit crowded, and it is kind of a pity the refrigerator and stove simply won’t fit, so they feel a bit left out! Our main bedroom is now like a game of tetris – hubby moves one bit to one side to fit in something else. You literally cannot go to the loo without moving something!

Over the years I’ve discovered my dear husband is a devoted ‘piler.’ He loves to pile various items in a heap, planning to take these things that need to go from one room to another, so he can cleverly take more than one thing at a time, thereby saving his energy. The other day, right after hubby said ‘hi’ to a nice lady who knocked at our door, he immediately started to throw things piled up near the front door out onto the porch. 

She was startled to say the least. Then he totally aced that ‘startled’ by chucking everything from the porch into our front yard! She kind of scurried about doing her job after that – maybe she thought she’d be next! 🤪 Just to reassure you, those items did eventually find their way into the rubbish/recycling bins later on that day. 

Breaking a limb can sort of have its funny side. I will skip over the part about taking a shower inside a plastic poncho, while washing your hair with one hand … well we were instructed not to get the sling wet! Who knows why – maybe the sling will dissolve? Maybe I will?! 😳   Wrapping up your upper arm and shoulder in plastic is no mean feat – meanwhile water is a cunning substance, it finds any holes!  I shall quickly and quietly draw a curtain over all those thoughts, otherwise you might need to poke out your mind’s eye with a sharp stick!

To conclude this blog about things you should never have to do after you have fallen up stairs and bounced your way to the bottom – I will leave you with this final thought… “love bears all things, hopes all things … love never fails..” Just because life gets difficult that doesn’t mean we can skip the love part. But it sure does makes life interesting. Spare a thought for my dear beleaguered hubby who has chosen to love me through this fascinating chapter of our lives together. Bye from the bird with a broken wing! 👋🏻