Remember, Remember….not to fall off the bed!

Hello,

I’m writing this today with my feet propped up in the air and an ice pack wrapped around an ankle. Even my shoulders and upper arms ache from the unexpected task of having to support my entire bodyweight. Today’s post should have reached you yesterday, but unfortunately I had an accident. And so my post which was supposed to revolve around our Halloween, and Bonfire Night antics is now rather late.

My swollen ankles.
My swollen ankles.

For all of the Mums and Dads out there, I know you’ve all had days like yesterday. The kids bounce between fighting and loving each other in the space of a millisecond. You have realised that the reason your eldest’s trousers seem so small, and you can’t understand why. It is because they are in fact your youngest’s trousers (I sent her to preschool in them and it was photo day too).

You’ve repeated the word ‘NO’ so many times you’ve started to sound like a broken record, and you’ve desperately tried to put them down for the nap they clearly need but won’t have. I decided to divide and conquer. My eldest I put in my bed to watch a film in the hopes she’d drop off. My youngest I brought downstairs with me in the hopes that she would tire herself to the point of sleeping. Whilst I tried to tidy around her……..this didn’t work as the small force of nature that is my daughter followed me undoing everything I was trying to accomplish.

Then I hear from my bedroom ‘Mum I wee’ed myself in your bed’, after replying’ what do you mean, you’ve wee’ed yourself?’. I came up to find that it was exactly like she had told me the first time. She had wet my bed and not even just a little bit but a lake of urine was soaking into my mattress. I stood dumbfounded for a moment. I had told her not to get out of my bed and clearly this request had been taken literally. Next I retrieved my youngest from downstairs, as clearly we were going to be upstairs for a while.

I strip the bed and then so that I can bring my dirty washing down, begin to sort and fold my clean washing. Thus freeing up my washing basket. Ready to go downstairs I decide to walk across my bed, as the walkway between the bed and the wall is filled with a duvet and pillows. At some point during this moment, I manage to fall off of my bed and land on both of my ankles which were making some horrendous cracking noises before landing on my face.

I’m not going to lie, it hurt like a motherf****er. I cried a lot and tried desperately to send my little piggies out of the room, so they wouldn’t witness the sight of their mother lying on the floor unable to stand (they wouldn’t listen and instead decided to run riot upstairs). Sobbing and trying desperately to breathe through the panic of ‘F**k, I’ve broken my legs’. I couldn’t decide if I should call an ambulance, but they wouldn’t have been able to get in as my doors were locked and both myself and my little piggies were behind a stair gate on the second floor. Eventually as is always the way my husband and mother in law both rang me back at the same time, as I whimpered (sobbed hysterically) down the phone that I’d fallen off of my bed and now I couldn’t stand.

By the time my husband arrived home I had ascertained that I could force myself to weight bear on one ankle. The other ankle was a no go, and quickly turning cold and swollen by the minute. At A&E I was seen quickly, x-rayed and informed that I hadn’t broken anything. Down the lateral malleous’s and back of my heels which is where the pain and swelling originated, there are a lot of ligaments. I had sprained both my ankles……. and I’m feeling a little embarrassed about making such a fuss. I’ve been told to rest, keep my ankles elevated and ice both of them every 2-3hours. I can now walk (hobble) on the less sprained foot and my bad foot is back to a normal temperature and can be swung along with me.

I’m not sure how I did it, my bed is less than 40cm off of the floor. Perhaps the unicorn slippers were my undoing. Although A&E did compliment me on them. I am the clumsiest person in the world and to be honest it is a miracle that I haven’t done myself an injury sooner.

Anatomy of the ankle.http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/topic.cfm?topic=a00391
Anatomy of the ankle.

Halloween and Bonfire Night passed much more smoothly apart from a day in between. That tale is for another post. Our pumpkins we picked when ‘Piggy went Pumpkin Picking‘ were finally carved. My eldest little pig drew her own design and even did some of the carving heavily supervised.

Pumpkins ready for carving.
Pumpkins ready for carving.
Pumpkin carving.
Pumpkin carving.
Ready for Trick or Treaters.
Ready for Trick or Treaters.

This year was the first year, we took the little piggies Trick or Treating. They absolutely loved it. Even our youngest little pig, once she got the hang of it was trick or treating like the best of them. We didn’t go far, we just stuck to our road and a couple of other houses where I knew my friends would be ready with sweeties. Their favourite part was definitely the eating of all of the sweets at the end……….sugar overload anyone?

The end result.
The end result.

Next came Bonfire Night. If you’re reading this anywhere other than the UK, then this might seem a bit strange to you. Follow the link here (Bonfire Night) for a brief lesson as to why we Brits celebrate this night. Odd in todays world, that we are celebrating in reality what was an attempted terrorist attack. Whether the celebration is the foiling of the plan or the very attempt itself, I’m not sure. I do know however that I love this night and and the skies that are filled with glitter and sparkles. It’s a big night in the village, which I know that I’ve mentioned before where professing my love for Autumn. Even more special is that this year is the villages 50th anniversary. It was a big turn out and a lovely evening to be a part of.

Bonfire and the full moon.
Bonfire and the full moon.
Pretty fireworks.
Pretty fireworks.

So there it is. Better late than never. Hopefully when I next speak to you, I’ll be hobbling about far more efficiently.

Speak to you soon.

Wishing you well.

Stay At Home Piggy

 

 

 

 

 

 

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