This is me right now.
Let me set the scene. I had dished up dinner, plaice, potatoes, mixed vegetables and cannelloni beans. In dishing up the beans I had dropped some on the floor, so decided to quickly mop that area as it would be dry by the time we had eaten.
This was he first time the boys had cannelloni beans as a side rather than in a stew, so I had only popped a few on their plates and no sooner had I sat down to eat my dinner had the “please Mummy can I have more beans?” started. So being the good mother I am I went in to the kitchen for more beans and slipped on the wet floor.
I went arse over tit, in slow motion and put my left arm out to try and stop myself my catching on to the counter top, but instead of stopping me falling it just went crack instead. So off to A&E in an ambulance I went. Gas and Air did nothing and the poor paramedics couldn’t get a vein to administer any pain relief. Drew arranged for the boys to go to his parents and followed behind. Once at the hospital I mad some morphine and then x-rays and yep, my arm is broken. but……………… in typical Jen fashion (I do not do anything by half) it is a lateral fracture of the bone as it goes in to the shoulder, so it can not be potted.
So I am in a sling and in a lot of pain. We are hoping that the bone knits well on its own in 3 to 4 weeks and then I am back for more x-rays in four weeks.
I am feeling very sorry for myself, as it means I can not drive, dress myself or pretty much do anything at the moment, other than whinge and complain about the lack of sleep!
I do not take being ill or injured very gracefully. I am a pretty independent person and hate asking for help. I really feel sorry for my dear husband as he has to put up with me and I am a like a caged animal already. Goodness only knows what I am going to be like at the end of four weeks.
So now I am a statistic, one of 2.7 million people who go to A&E each year after having an accident at home. I am never mopping the floor again!