Day 24 post accident. I can hurple at a pace around the marina now. Not up to walking the dog any distance, but I am not dependent on being pushed up and down the pontoon on the wheelchair. This time last week I could only walk a little and spend a lot of time with my leg above my head to reduce swelling. Yet this week I have been weepy and a little low. It seems a strange counterbalance to the daily increase in mobility and quality of life. I suppose my subconscious has been protecting me and keeping me cheery and I now have the capacity to deal with the emotional trauma of moving house and life and then breaking my leg. I have never really been ill or incapacitated like this. It has been a huge change and insight. It has definitely made me learn to be more ‘patient’ in all senses of the word.

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