Angela Becomes A Basket Case

Expecting to be driving on the motorways [M11, M25, M3, M27] back to Dorset I’d set up this morning’s post in advance. But I am still at Cornerstones – typing this with one hand.

I fell over backwards yesterday morning and injured my left wrist. I kept going and finished the basket, then drove to Adrian and Marion for my evening meal, as planned. Fortunately it isn’t far – I went there entirely in 2nd as it hurt too much to change gear! They looked at me and declared “A&E, don’t argue!” We ate the meal first, not knowing when we’d get back. The Hospital staff decided that the scaphoid may be broken – they want it X-rayed again in a fortnight.

By 11pm [less than 3 hours at hospital – not bad as these things go] I was back here and in bed, my wrist velcro’d into a splint, dosed up on painkillers. I still feel quite woozy. I am grateful that

• there is not much pain unless I try to use my hand [then there is a lot!]
• I am right handed
• I have a phone by the bed so can ring people if I need to
• I can rest all I need to, in this lovely warm home
• I have food and drink and all I need
• friends and family are fantastic and helpful  [“they are Christians, they will bring casseroles!” declared Liz]

A&E Staff were fantastic – I realise now that the pain was leaving me a little incoherent and my story was confusing [Address Dorset, GP still Leicester, but doing basketry in Norfolk] Funniest bit “But I was supposed to drive back home to Dorset tomorrow” “Who is at home?” “My husband” “And will he be able to cope on his own?” “Oh yes!!” So grateful to A&E, and Adrian and Marion for last night.

I do feel rather silly – ‘injury sustained falling over whilst basketweaving’ Typing this much has tired me out – so apologies that I may not get to read and comment on this week’s Lent Pauses for a day or two.