Thinking of the Positives. 

Last Saturday I broke my fifth metatarsal getting undressed. That’s right. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t trying to do anything else at the same time. I was just getting undressed. Trying to take my jeans off I clipped my foot and in between that and landing on said foot I heard a snap. Like a lolly stick. It hurt. I didn’t know whether to cry or throw up.


So after I went on my Christmas do (as you do with a potential broken foot (in my defence it only felt bruised!)) I came home and went to bed with an elevated foot.

The next morning I was in agony, I couldn’t move, so I got my marching orders and took myself off to A&E. Within the hour (impressive for Brighton A&E) I was back home with a massive leg brace and a pair of crutches, and an order to remain like that for six weeks. 

Six. Weeks. 

I was seriously annoyed. I was annoyed at myself for being so clumsy. Annoyed that I would be calling in sick a week into starting a new job. Annoyed that I would be helpless and reliant on someone else for what felt like a lifetime. I had plans!

I can’t sleep comfortably, I can’t drive, I can’t (properly) clean, I can’t walk the dog, I have to have baths (I hate baths), I can’t even get from one end of the room to the other in less than three minutes. Don’t even get me started on stairs. If I forget anything or drop something I just have to abandon it until someone is passing. It sucks.

I can’t even pick my son up without having to steady myself. By the time I do, the moment has passed and he’s off again. Thank the gods I’m not breastfeeding!

But to hell with it. 

I’m going to make the most of this “time off” and do some things for me for a change…

  • I’m going to organise and sell T’s old baby clothes.
  • I’m going to get all the blog posts I have drafted in my head onto a keyboard.
  • I’m going to work on the blog design.
  • I’m going to start my bullet journal.
  • I’m going to start my colouring in books.
  • I’m going to gorge on Netflix.
  • I’m going to organise the heck out of the Mac.
  • I’m going READ. Read books, blog posts, comics!

I’m going to remain positive. I’m going to make the most out of it.

T’s certainly making the most out it. He’s watched more CBeebies and Thomas the Tank Engine than he’s ever done in almost two years. Mornings no longer consist of playtime after breakfast but lets sit with/sit on/climb on mummy. It’s great. No, really. I love it.

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Mornings never used to happen that way because I was always so busy making our lunch, cooking dinner for later or washing up breakfast, that I often didn’t have time to sit down longer than to finish my morning coffee. T would often have to play by himself for a bit. No wonder he’s making the most of my injury! And so am I. I have no choice but to go with it.

Maybe this is fate’s way of telling me to sit the hell down. I’m sure going to be doing a lot of that for the next six weeks!


7 thoughts on “Thinking of the Positives. 

  1. Plutonium Sox says:

    Oh you poor thing. I do hope it heals quickly for you. My husband spent well over a year unable to walk and it is a total nightmare. He’s only recently got back on his feet again and it must be such a relief. I’m so glad you’re seeing the positive side of it though. He did too, he saw a lot more of the children than he would have done at work. And at the end of the day, work will wait won’t it? You’ve had the courtesy to do it over the Christmas break. By the time everyone’s sober again in the new year you’ll be back as if it never happened. Please do get plenty of rest, enjoy Christmas for what it is and let everyone wait on you hand and foot. Get well soon.x

    • Kate Everall says:

      A year? Gosh. That sounds horrible. Six weeks is going to be enough to drive me a little stir crazy. I miss my independence!

      I’m hoping I’ll have enough to keep me going, and like you said; I’m going to be seeing more of T! Can’t beat that really.

  2. Sarah says:

    Ah, boo, I didn’t realise the healing would be SO LONG! I can absolutely empathise – I was pretty much housebound and useless for most of my pregnancy because of my crappy hip BUT I really appreciated getting a few quiet months to myself to read and… eh… read some more; the main thing putting me off a second pregnancy is the thought of [most likely] going through the hip problems again but with a toddler to look after so I’m curious to hear how you get on!

    • Kate Everall says:

      I know right? It’s the smallest of fractures and yet SIX WEEKS. I guess it could be a lot worse. I could be pregnant on top of that!

      So far, the toddler is managing well. It there have been a few occasions where he wants to be carried up the stairs or have his hand taken and I’ve had to say no. It’s heartbreaking.

    • Kate Everall says:

      Thank you. I’m trying to make the most of it. I moan I don’t have enough time to do them usually!

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