You just don’t...

realise how much you need your leg until it lets you down.  I discovered that pearl of wisdom on Friday night.

Since moving to Hythe, we walk everywhere, it’s so good for your health, what! Coming back from the shops I could tell my gammy leg was getting gammier by the minute. I flopped into my sexy German recliner as only a Mae West lookalike can, hoping the elevation or a very large gin might work its magic, 
last bit’s a fib!

As man was off for early doors at our friendly local I decided to slip into something more comfortable ie out of my corset!

Going up the stairs my knee protested at each rise until three down from the top it said 

‘Bugger this!’ making the protest in terms of excruciating pain. With a cry to curdle milk I sank down.  Himself was up the stairs 
like a long dog out of lane five 
at Catford dog track.

‘I’m not going to the pub and leaving you in this state!’ he said as he peeled me off the ceiling.

‘Go, I’ll be fine!’

‘NO!’

I do love a masterful man, 
(hope he doesn’t read this?)

For the next half hour we 
struggled to get me back down the stairs. 

‘I am taking you to A&E!’

The pain was too bad for me to 

do anything other than feebly agree.

Alright, me, feeble and agreement aren’t usually words one would instantly put together, however that gives you the merest sensation of the pain.

Friday night in A&E isn’t to be 
recommended, when I was wheeled in, the sight of wall to wall bodies was enough to give me even more pain... we’ll be here for 

three days!  Whether it was the 

fact I had only two days before 

been investigated for a DVT, 
I was very swiftly fast tracked  into see the triage nurse then into ex-ray to discover, no my knee wasn’t broken or dislocated, I had a lot of arthritis and to add insult to injury a calcium stone behind the knee.  Never heard of it? We were in and out in one hour and ten minutes, my experience with our NHS has been fantastic.

Getting out of the car my 

cries were heard along the south coast; the Dungeness fog horn was instantly redundant.  It took us forty five minutes to get up the stairs on my bottom, getting into bed was another interesting experience.  I always cracked on about what a high pain threshold I had, maybe not?  Yesterday I popped pills, me who doesn’t do pills! Paracetamol my drug of choice.  Prone in my chair I resisted the temptation to ask for himself to peel me a grape... 
I always knew this walking business should carry a  government health warning, now if I had a dog it would be so much better!?!