So husband had his stitches out yesterday, new thickly padded dressing on and new boot thing. Told again to stay off foot for at least another week, has to go back to hospital in another 4 weeks, at which time he'll be x-rayed and told what the next steps are in terms of possible physio and whether/when he can start driving again. So essentially no change for the next 4 weeks for either of us. Brilliant. As if I wasn't depressed enough already.
The consultant did apologise for not giving him crutches, said it was an oversight on their part - well yes!! Now, if I'd been there with him - which I wasn't as he had to go alone because of covid restrictions - I would have asked for him to be shown how to use the crutches. He didn't think to ask though, he never does think of relevant questions, it's always me who does that.
Can't sleep again, hip is agony after a particularly horrible dog walk in the rain yesterday, so am sitting downstairs making lists of things I need to do.....sort out and rearrange stuff in big freezer, defrost small freezer, make 2 lots of dog food, prep and freeze a load more of our home grown apples. All exciting stuff!! 😒
Betty's just come and sat beside me for a cuddle. I do envy dogs their ability to sleep anywhere, anytime.