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I will start replying to all the lovely messages soon, I hope, but I'm still pretty shattered.
Just made it to *my own bed* for the first time in what is technically just under a week, but feels like much, much longer. Pain and annoyance, oh yes, and trivial tasks have never been quite so exhausting.
There needs to be a word for those moments when you realise that, in the past couple of seconds, your life has just undergone a massive, massive change that you had not expected or wanted and which is irrevocable - those moments when you desperately wish life had save points, or even just an undo button.
For example, the moment when you realise that that sudden blur of motion and pain where you broke your leg in three places means that for the immediate future, everything is absolutely fucked.
Tomorrow's plan: moving as little as humanly possible. Tuesday: That, but also phoning around, working out how best to go about hiring a wheelchair. (Crutches aren't an option due to chronic shoulder injury already being aggravated by use of walking frame.)
At least they gave me a couple of boxes of Oxycontin to bring home, even if I don't get to have all the painkiller options available at the hospital.
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