I do not plan these things. This is the second time I have broken my right ankle, the third time I have injured this foot and the fifth time I have injured this leg. My family want to wrap me in cotton wool and I can’t say that I blame them. My future daughter-in-law once came to visit with instructions to keep an eye on me and warnings that I would almost certainly fall at some time during her stay. Sure enough, on her last day I tumbled and ended up with a broken ankle.
Drains in Spain like to gobble up my leg and that is how I ended up on crutches this time. Do doctors appreciate how hard it is to get around on crutches? Non weight bearing is not easy! Yesterday my crutches wobbled and I nearly came to grief.
I am seriously fed up with my right leg and am thinking that I should trade it in.
My hobbies include dancing, zumba, gym work, spinning, walking, swimming and other forms of exercise and I was led to believe this would keep me well into my more mature years but here I am with worn out knees – too young for replacements but showing signs of wear and tear which are affecting my lifestyle.
In the UK there is much discussion around how the NHS can fund future treatments and one area of debate is hip/knee surgery. If recommendations of weight bearing exercise to counteract the effects of the menopause continue, it is likely that many more people will suffer from similar worn-out joints to mine. We will live in a society of people unable to leave their homes, causing further strain on social services.
Having worked in the NHS I do believe that we should be responsible for our own good health and try to limit expenditure on non-essential treatments however I also know that we must find a solution to the problems that will arise if we do not help people with worn out joints.
I don’t have an answer but know that there needs to be a discussion about the perils facing the next generations of elderly.
I have just watched a video of Michelle Obama dancing in the Let’s Move campaign. What a great inspiration for people to get up and have fun. Luckily I found a fantastic zumba teacher near to my home and every week I spend at least three days a week jumping around like a mad woman to the varied beats. The youngest in our class started when she was about eight and the oldest is over 70 and even on the days that every joint is protesting, I go because dance brings a smile to my face and to my heart.