Thoughts of a crutch wielder

It’s been a couple of weeks since I joined the ranks of the invalid and there have been a few things that I have noticed:

Tell someone you have a broken leg and they don’t bat an eyelid. Tell them that the staples were pulled out of the surgery wound recently and they grimace.

Steps are not designed for those of us without two normally functioning legs – no handrails, swopping handrails, handrails not designed to put weight on from above, different riser heights, different tread lengths, low ceilings, narrow passageways and so many more things invoke the Krypton Factor.

Some traffic lights are designed for people with brisk walks – error!

Escalators are no-go areas.

People don’t look where they are going much of the time – but are pretty good at apologising when they notice the crutches.

Bones don’t hurt – but soft tissue does.

Trains are silly.

Birmingham New Street is not a friendly station (ever, actually).

Moulded seats are not friends with a man with a broken leg.

Sealed microwavable containers are, though.

The average reach of someone with crutches is greatly improved. Unless it involves the ankle.

Of the list of related injuries, surgery wounds, bruising and swelling kinda make sense. Blisters on the palms from using the crutches wasn’t one on my list (pass the gloves) 

Sleep is overrated.

Sick pay isn’t.

Looking up the different between a simple transverse fracture and a complex cominuted spiral impacted avulsion fracture is not to be recommended after eating.