It’s time to start writing again. I’ve deleted FB from my phone… had a few issues with privacy. Well… actually the issues were with the app. It stopped working and wanted me to send a report giving permission for them to access my meta data etc. So I uninstalled it. And to reinstall it I need to give permission for them to send emails to my contacts from my calendar but without my permission. So bye bye FB app. And hello again WordPress.
Anyway I’ve been watching the Pigeons in the garden for the last few weeks on account of how I’ve been sitting in the garden more or less non stop since I got out of hospital.
I had my collar bone broken during my first ski holiday with Marc. Some arsehole wiped me out from behind and I cartwheeled on my shoulders breaking both of them (splitting my left along the length and shattering the right) and my nose.
The sunglasses survived surprisingly enough.
It was a pretty cool sight… I was spitting out blood from the nose so folks thought I was dying. And they tried rolling me into the recovery position which of course just hurt the shoulder even more. So anyway they fixed it… thank God for Bupa. Or at least I thought they fixed it. But actually although they put a plate in it never healed.
Amazing what they can do with the imagery nowadays. This MR scan shows the bone which kept trying to heal but just grew without joining. Pushing on the brachial plexus which was causing compression of the nerves and blood vessels. Which meant it hurt to ride my bike, hang the washing and scrape the paint off the picture rails which is a bum when you’re trying to renovate a Georgian house single handed and don’t have a car!
So last week they shaved the excess bone and re plated it.
And now it hurts more than ever. I guess the sore wrist will heal… but not so sure but the constant pins and needles in the arm and hand. It’s like the pain that annoyed me when I was doing what I had to do just hurts the whole time now. And from experience I know it takes years for nerve damage to dissipate.
So anyway. Been sat in the garden for a week and a half now watching the Pigeons mate in our bush. It’s their favourite place and even the dogs have stopped hassling them. It’s taken two years but it seems the dogs are finally OK with birds sharing their back garden. Well, pigeons and sparrows and Robins and wrens. They still hate the magpies.
But wouldn’t you know when I just went to take a photo they buggered off. Never mind… they’ll be back.