Over the last three weeks I have been stuck in bed due to the fall that caused the bruises, sprains and broken toe that I recently blogged about. I have never taken the limited mobility that I still have for granted, but have missed it terribly for the entire three weeks that my injuries from a seizure took it away from me.
The most impatient patient is one with a chronic problem who just wants to get along with things as best they can. I am the epitome of an impatient patient, believe me; hospitals hate me because I refuse to simply lie there and do what I’m told. I don’t care how much pain I’m in or how much sedation I’ve had; if I’m in a hospital and I want to go home, I make certain that I am taken home.
It is now my default to use my walking stick (identical to the one I’ve pictured here) because I refuse to not get out and about on good days, even if I only get out for a little while. Nobody likes to be housebound.
So, you can possibly imagine just how I was feeling today, after nearly three weeks of only seeing the bedroom and bathroom and regular photo updates on my garden plants. I just could not cope any more and I needed to get out of the house – or at least out in to the garden.
So I got dressed, grabbed my walking stick and my beloved trilby (you never see me out and about with no hat) and went around the garden to admire all of my wonderful plants with my own eyes. I was then driven to the local shops and I was able to walk several hundred yards with no problems at all. D carried the shopping to make things easier for me.
It felt so amazing to feel the sun on my face and a light breeze on my skin after being confined for so long. The air smelled amazing after the stuffiness of the bedroom and it was nice to see my favourite shopkeeper again (his sister was on duty there last week and has been asking D about me ever since he told her about my accident).
So, my message to all people with seizure disorders is this: Take the rough with the smooth and rest when you have to – but never let it get you down. However unpleasant your injury after a seizure/fall, the beauty of outside is always waiting for you, and people who you see regularly will miss you and wish you well.
No matter what, never let your condition beat you.
I may suffer tomorrow, but it is entirely possible that I shall be able to make my mother’s chilli courgette pickles later.
If I suffer tomorrow I don’t really care. I’ve enjoyed a semblance of normality today. After three weeks in bed that means everything.