So I'm not the best blogger around. 2 years my blog 'David's hottie of the day' lasted 2 weeks until I started it again a year later, it lasted just 1 blog post until it fell by the waste side. So I promise I will make more of an effort with this, after all I know everyone is so eager to find out how my life is treating me on crutches. Well I will tell you....SHIT!

So yesterday I went back to work. My foot was still sore but we are currently so busy I thought it would be best to go in. At lEast I wouldn't be bored. I woke up in the morning and went to put my trousers on. That was the first problem of the day. It wouldn't go over my heel. Now the pot is on my feet and leg are double the size. I pulled and pulled on it until, eventually i got them on.

As I arrived to work and walked in the office everyone turned to look, then the jokes started and everyone asking how it happend which I have told a million times now.

It was a long and challenging day. Every time I got up out of my seat everything seemed like such an effort. Luckily everyone sat around me were really nice and helpful, they collected my printing and got me drinks, they're the best!

I had a few meeting during the day and had to move around the office quite a bit. I started to get really annoyed as I got hot due to all the vigorous exercise. I keep trying to tell myself I will have hence arm muscles but even that doesn't make it easy. It still hurts my arms, wrists, hands.

When I got home I made a pizza for dinner. I'm no Heston at the best of times but there is no chance I can cook anything remotely decent at the minute. To fill the rest of the evening I had a bath which was just another ordeal in itself. I'm going to take a picture of the bath to show you. I did want to take a picture with me in it as that would be even better, however that would mean asking Phil to take the pic and that is not going to happen. Sorry.

Today when I woke up I had the same problem as yesterday, getting my trousers over my heel. Again I pulled and pulled and eventually managed it. I think I might wear shorts tomorrow just to make it easier in the morning.

Arriving to work I was feeling sorry for myself, worrying about what the day has to hold for me. It can't be worse than the previous day.

As the day progressed again everyone was so nice. They helped me so much. I'm really grateful. I don't know what I would do without them.

To be honest the day wasn't as bad as the previous however it wasn't a whole lot better either.

I can feel myself starting to get a little bit down about all of this. I feel like I can't do anything. I've lost all of my independence. That sucks, big time. I never do a lot on evenings as I don't know anyone in the area but I normally take a little walk to asda. It's not a lot but at least I get out the house. I haven't even managed to that this week. I feel like I'm going from work to 4 walls. I can't wait for the weekend to go home. See my family and friends again.

Tomorrow I have an appointment at Wigan hospital, hopefully I will find out a little bit more as the people in A&E didn't really say a lot. I'm hoping they say they made a mistake, there is nothing actually wrong and I've actually just been a total hypochondriac. That would be amazing.

I'll be sure to let you know how the appointment goes.

Oh and one last thing. I'm so angry and annoyed! This weekend I was meAnt to be going down to London to see some friends that I haven't seen in months. I was so excited but if I can't get around the office how the hell will I get around London. So I have had to cancell my trip. Gutted!

I know this has been a little bit of a rant tonight rather than an informative blog entry about what it is like to live on crutches. Well tbf this is the reality of it. It's shit!!!!!

Xoxo

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