Seem to have gone into a coma today. Dont know what happened to mid morning. One minute I was eating fairy cake mixture, then the next I was eating fairy cakes and about four hours had passed!
I can see why prisoners are put in solitary, its driving me crazy! It wouldnt be so bad if there was something decent on TV but, after flicking through about seven hundred channels and landing on Bid-Up TV, I realised I was turning into Homer Simpson so switched off. Its more fun to stare at the wallpaper. After a while, I'm sure I can see an outline of the virgin Mary! I may tear that piece off and sell it on e-bay!
Still, im exercising my leg, and not getting far. Perhaps I should sue paracetamol manufacturers, their so called pain killers definatly are not! Renaming them useless chalk lumps that stick in your throat may be a more apt description.
I can feel my coma coming back on, and the wallpaper beckons.
Ta Ta

This is the worst day ever!!!
Leg is killing me, also have raging toothache! Painkillers not sure which direction to take so have decided to give no help to either area!
I have lost my daughter!!!!
She has gone off for five days on one of those school trips so the house is as quiet as a morgue!
I now only have hubby and youngest here, both of whom are stuck to the tv. There is more noise coming from the snoring cat!
There is nothing on the telly and everyone on twitter is ignoring me! I shall go watch a DVD. Something to take my mind off the throbbing leg and tooth. I think its a choice between The Dark Knight, or Casino Royale. No I think I will watch Zombies Dawn of the Dead. Sorted. Goodnight.

What happened to yesterday? So bored could barely keep my heart beating! Doesnt help that my leg just wont behave. Now the knee is painful so cant bend without yelping. Kids find that extremly amusing, so just sitting doing nothing.
I was going to rant yesterday about train journeys and 'quiet carriages', but I havent been on a train since 1989, thank god, cos its cheaper and more comfortable to fly.
Instead I will do something very British... Moan about the weather. Its cold and I hate the cold! Central heating on full blast, blanket surrounding my lower body, and still both leg and foot freezing.
Where is the sunshine? The wind has changed direction, but its still cold. More to the point, where's the global warming? Up in the arctic? Maybe I should book the next holiday there!
Cant book a holiday yet as last time we had a broken leg in the family, the airlines refused to take us, on the grounds of health and safety!!? What did they expect? Plane starts to crash and plaster cast becomes wedged in the escape hatch!! Perhaps they thought there was an arsenal of weapons stashed in the cast! Possibly now would be charged 'extra baggage allowance' for the weight!
I shall wait till Christmas, then book one of those 'granny' holidays. Twelve weeks in Benidorm, send the kids back every so often for school. Drinking Sangria and playing Bingo with a load of deaf Northeners. Heaven!

Well, bored to death today!

Where to start?
First memory?
Ok, that would be me being bounced down 13 flights of stairs in the pram! We may have moved into a brand spanking new block of flats but that didnt mean the lift would ever work! Funny though cos we lived there for about eight years and my overriding memory is of being bounced down 13 flights of stair then pulled back up them after shopping. I was wheelchair bound quite often as I used to break my leg twice a year. My mum used to have arm muscles like Arnold Swarzenegger!
Having had no previous cases of brittle bones in our family, noone expected me to break my legs. In fact, doctors used to either move my leg up and down, telling me I had cramp! (Until the screaming told them otherwise). Or they tried to get me to grass up my parents as child batterers! Good old fashioned Queen Elizabeth Hospital, they really knew their stuff!!
This went on for a few years until I acutally broke my leg while in a hospital having a check up for a previous break! That showed them. No one could say my parents did it cos I was skipping into the department at the time.
Well doctors being the brainy sort with extensive knowledge of everything , (but not in those days)! decided to send me to Great Ormond Street Hospital. Operations were planned and metal pins were inserted. The doctor was a nice guy, but I think his stitching skills were taught to him by Dr Frankenstein, still in those days infections were unheard of so I was plastered up and sent home.
(The above post is extremly boring so I am off to think about how to make my next one a little bit interesting and/or funny).

You know, when you can break a leg, without any warning, life becomes a bit of a minefield!
Do I run for a bus? is not an easy question to answer. If I run, I may bust my leg in mid stride, fall screaming onto the floor, look a complete fool to all and sundry, miss the bus and about three months of work, have to quit smoking while I spend days in hospital, an finally spend time at home, bored out of my brain while leg heals.
On the other hand do I miss the bus, wait in the freezing cold and rain for another while being targeted by knife carrying eight year old and his drugged up mum who are loitering at the bus stop?
Take a chance and run I say! Ive been taking a chance all my life and so far it has payed off magnificently.

Wow! Leg is beginning the resemble a leg, instead of a balloon. Happy days! Shall try using crutches today instead of wheelchair. Bit late though cos now the whole house needs redecorating as there are scratch marks about five inches above the floor, where my wheelchair footplate catches when I move! Also all the doors have dents in them where I bash them open.
Still, im feeling a bit better so I may start adding a bit of my life story on here for posterity, later though cos I'm in need of a cuppa!