From the book The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy:
“Is your glass half full or half empty?” asked the mole.
“I think I’m just grateful to have a glass,” said the boy.
Protein Drinks and Shoulder Nags
This week has been full of ups and downs, but somehow I keep muddling through. Some days it’s the protein drink giving me the side-eye, whispering, “Shut up, drink me, and stop moaning!” Other days, a little physio on my shoulder nudges me with a “Come on, let’s stretch, you can do it!” Between the two of them, I manage to keep moving, keep healing, and even laugh a bit along the way.
The Foot That Rules the House
The foot is finally starting to look a bit more… normal-ish. And I slept through the night on Day 51! Tiny victories count.
Funny thing: wrapping up my leg in a gigantic plastic bag—think garbage bag—taping it, wheeling it on a knee scooter into the shower, then soaking the base of my foot afterwards has now become the new normal. My foot gets all the attention, and the rest of my body feels completely abandoned.
Hospital Hurdles and Heroic Porters
At my weekly hospital appointment, a lovely porter passing me swooped in and said, “Love, jump in here, because if you don’t, you’re not going to make your appointment tomorrow—never mind today.” Suddenly, the chaos of hospital corridors felt manageable.
And the physios? Pure gold. Motivating, happy, funny, lively—no matter how gruelling the exercises, they make it all easier. Protein hit? Check. Exhaustion on a Wednesday after consultants and physios? Double check. But I feel like I’m in there, doing it, and slowly winning at this healing game.
Random Insights from the Hairdresser
Had an unexpectedly insightful chat with my amazing hairdresser. Sometimes clarity hits you in the weirdest places—usually somewhere between the shampoo and the blow-dry.
Takeaways for Readers
- Celebrate tiny victories. Sleeping through the night or seeing your foot look “normal-ish” counts. Big wins aren’t everything.
- Humour heals too. Knee scooters, garbage bags, and pampered feet might feel ridiculous—but laughing at it makes it bearable.
- Gratitude matters. Even small moments—your glass, your leg, your physiotherapist’s cheer—are worth noticing.
- The right people make all the difference. Heroic porters, motivational physios, and even insightful hairdressers can lift your spirits.
- Keep moving, keep laughing. Healing isn’t linear. Some days you smash it; some days you just sip protein and survive. Both are wins.
