The months that followed held some of the worst moments. As the reality of the situation really began to sink in I became acutely aware of everything I had lost, both in Si and myself. When I cried it came from the pit of my stomach and I felt like it would tear me in half. Sometimes all I wanted to do was get out and run, and run.
I know I was an absolute bitch to live with but my Mum and Dad, sister and L were there for me. They understood.
The cage finally came off in May 2009, hoorah and I was then in plaster! They also operated on my left arm again as it hadn't healed properly. This meant that I wasn't able to walk until my left arm had healed, which took until August. I also had restricted use of my left arm while it healed so for the first few weeks post-op I was quite literally armless. Very frustrating.
After that the consultant decided that it was time to fuse my right wrist, it was damaged beyond repair. So in October 2009 I had my final operation, they took bone from my hip and used a metal plate to fuse my wrist, effectively extending my arm bone down to my finger bones. I was unable to walk for weeks after that as my hip was so tender from the bone graft, my wrist was in plaster until January 2010. The funniest thing was every time I went to have my wound checked or plaster changed the team would ask if it was sore or if the bandage was too tight, they all know that my arm is paralysed... I feel nothing!
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