A steep stage 2 climb (Tour de France speak) was to occur on 2 September 2010 with my intended attendance at the Vic Racing Pty Ltd Board Meeting and a catch up with my son, Nicholas and his crew from Western Australia, and my daughter Emily and her crew from Cape Schank. In fact it sounded like category three creeping into a category four climb!
Things continued on and I was looking forward to 3 September 2010 when the St Vincent’s Rehabilitation Unit were due to undertake a total review, which included our home, Doctors looking at health issues and Physiotherapists and others looking at the recovery aspect.
I had come a long way, however I wasn’t expecting to be running around the block just yet!
After the St Vincent’s review with the Doctor and the Physiotherapist had been completed, the outcome was that on 30 September 2010, I would receive Botox treatment with a view to re-entering St Vincent’s Rehabilitation Unit for about 10 days. Now before everyone gets confused, the Botox was not for my saggy eyes or the new lines which appeared since I had lost some weight, but as a legitimate form of treatment for the extremely debilitating muscle tone that had invaded my right ankle and right arm. The Botox acts as a muscle relaxant and it was hoped that my intended stay would enable the Physiotherapy Team to get my right ankle moving and for appropriate treatment to be continued on my right arm, particularly my right wrist.
19 September 2010 also brought another big climb , which was a Petanque day at Hanging Rock from 10.00am to 4.00 pm. This day involved singles, doubles and triples and I was able to compete in each event without the use of a stick and with the use of the wheelchair in between matches and during lunch. A thoroughly enjoyable day was had.
Little was I to know there was a descent on the horizon that would prove to be not only treacherous, but most unrewarding. I was proceeding brilliantly down the descent, fully under control, until disaster happened on Tuesday 21 September 2010.
As you can imagine, a descent is fast and furious and I am unable to explain what happened save and except that at 7.45 in the morning, I ended up with my walking stick on the floor and me on the ground. I had crashed completely on my right hand side and had whacked myself pretty hard. My initial reaction was very positive. I was able to “bum” my way across the floor and, as I had been taught, climb up on the furniture and get myself upright. I was even able to walk without the aid of the stick to go and collect my stick in the middle of the room, I was able to finish making a cup of tea and in fact, do some dictation work at the dining room table. However, upon returning to the bedroom and resting, I found it impossible to move and my right hand side was a disaster.
I attended Brook Street Medical Centre where I was seen by the Physiotherapist and Dr Richard Bills and from there was then carted by Marilyn to Kyneton Hospital for x-rays. The x-rays proved no bone damage, however I was much battered and bruised. I struggled through the remainder of that Tuesday, but on Wednesday morning I recognised that things were nearly impossible. Consequently, I attended again on Brooke Street Medical Centre, having been collected by the Ambulance and after diagnoses there, I was into Kyneton Hospital where I remained until being moved to St Vincent’s for a review of being unable to weight bare and Botox on 30 September 2010.
To be continued…