My origin story, I guess
This is not really when my battle with Ataxia started but this led to a diagnosis. So lets begin.
Lets set the scene, it was coming up to 11pm, me and mom were up "late" watching T.V. just killing time at this point before Zaynah will have her next bottle. So with 45min to spare I went to make a cuppa for us both and thought we could have a nice slice of cake too, but first to the toilet.
At the time I wasn't sure if I was just a little tired or rushing to have tea and cake, but as I walked up the first two steps I lost my balance and fell backwards down the steps.
As I lay at the bottom of the stairs feeling like a burk, it was then I realised my ankle was twisted the wrong way. It felt and looked like something that would happen to Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin but I knew my recovery time would be harder.
After a brief panic my mom called the ambulance and then Aunty Di who came and watched Zaynah, to let my mom come with me in the ambulance. When we got there they reset my leg, x-rayed it and determined I would need an operation as it was dislocated and the ankle bone had shattered.
Initially I was sent home at about 3am and told they would schedule an operation when they estimate the swelling would go down. Getting home was a struggle because of the stairs but once I was in my own bed I felt relaxed and very quickly drifted off. However at around 8am that morning I received a call from the hospital saying as the breaks were so sever they needed to monitor me on a ward.
I spent two weeks in hospital waiting for the swelling to go down so they could operate, . I didn't think I would miss Zaynah as much as I did but I really did and cried a few times especially after she had visited.
Once out of hospital I had a non weight bearing leg cast put on, so I couldn't walk on it. I had crutches at first but couldn't understand why I struggled to use them so wasn't very mobile. I was given a walking frame when my cast was change for a lighter one. Eventually I had my cast removed and had to wear a Beckham's boot for a further few weeks. This meant I could tell people it was a sport injury or that I had an operation to become a robot but the NHS could only afford the foot lol
Now I'm on the road to recovery which is longer than I expected, having regular physio appointments but I have lots of metal (plates, pins, wires) holding my ankle together and it's going to be swollen for a while which is sad, but that wasn't the end of the story.
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