Well, Ann has been in plaster for six days now, and I don’t think either of us are finding it easy! I’m not the world’s best at housework and it seems to take me most of the day. Ann hates not being in control, and watches everything I do anxiously. I think we are both looking forward to returning to the status quo!
We were both somewhat surprised that the hospital immobilised both ankles. I seem to remember that the treatment a few years ago was strapping, lots of ice and elevation, and cautious non-weightbearing movement as soon as possible to retain flexibility and strength. Immobilisation seems likely to cause substantial muscle wastage and loss of flexion meaning that rehab starts from a much lower point. If anyone reading this is an expert on ankles please can they drop me a line.
We have been quite lucky that the landlady has agreed to let us stay until 21st June. Until Ann is out of plaster and we have some idea of how quickly she can get back on her feet, there is little point in trying to make plans, but the sweep through Southern Spain definitely looks off the agenda for this year. Never mind, there is always next spring, and if one has to be stranded anywhere there are few pleasanter places to be. We are going out for a walk every day, which is good exercise for both of us. I am pushing, and Ann is developing symmetrical muscularity of the shoulders and upper arms by changing her whipping hand every one hundred strokes. All good fun, but some of the kerbs are about a foot high.
Have to get back in the kitchen now. All the best, Andy.