Day 1 - 2. What the hell happend?

I have never really thought about how disabled people manage. Why would I think about it? To me it has always been easy to walk down the street, to get the printing from the printer, to go and make a drink. That was until Saturday night.

On saturdayiwent to my friends to have a few ore drinks. We realised that well had the next day off work. It was obviously going to end bad. Next stop drunkenness.

As the night progressed we all got more drunk. When we were dancing in a bar I accidentally fell over. The pain was instant and excruciating. I decided to head home as I couldn't Stand on it.

As I woke up the next morning with a banging head and dry mouth with the stale taste of alcohol in the back of my throat idealised my foot was killing. As I went to stand on it, I fell to the ground. For the remainder of the day i lounged around with an ice pack and ordering my brother around. 'get me a drink' 'I'm hungry' 'get my charger'. He didn't complain, just did what he was told.

It was only in the evening when my mum looked at the swelling that she suggested we go to A&E. I didn't want to go. It would take hours.

A&E was busy, it took 3 hours in total. I had to get my foot examined and xrayed.

The nurse asked if I would like a wheelchair to take me to the X-ray room. I was hopping everywhere so of course I did. Only she made me hop all the way down the corridor to get the wheelchair. Now I'm not being a diva but seriously I do expect more than that for the amount of tax I pay.

Eventually I was given the verdict... Fracture base of the 5th metatarsal. I looked at the nurse puzzled. Apparently it is the same injury that Rooney had just before the world cup.

I thought it would be fun to have it put in a pot. That was until the nurse got the bandages and mod rock and started to plaster my foot and leg. I then realised I wouldn't be able to walk for 3-6 weeks. My trip to London next week will be ruined. I will fall over on nights out (again) and working at the grand national in 3 weeks may bei possible, depending on my recovery.

It has only been 24 hours Nd already I want to take this pot off. I have to shuffle up and down the stairs, I have to sit down to wee, bath with my leg out of the bath. Nothing is easy. I'm relying on other people to help me with the most simplist tasks like food shopping.

I'm going back to work in the morning. I am dreading the moment I walk/hop/shuffle into the office with My one shoe on and my 2 crutches.

This is going to be torture.

Xoxo