Well, hello world! What a year it's been!! Just a bit of a warning as this post may be a bit long as so much has happened over the last 6 months .....
So lets go back just over 6 months, and two 10k races I did with DD in May. One, very close to where DD now lives, on a hot day on a fairly flat, two lap route, where we didn't rush, stayed together, and didn't get very fast times. And the second, two weeks later (called the Crazy Cow 10K) where I ended up going on ahead of DD and managed to keep going for the whole route, no stopping at all, and did my fastest ever 10k! I was so pleased after that race!
And then, a month later, we headed off on holiday, back to Ullapool, to spend a week there with DD and her boyfriend. DD arrived in her new car, surprising DH as he didn't even know that she'd changed her car as we'd all kept it quiet! We had a lovely week, with time spent on both the hills and the beach with Oscar. Lots of good food and drink, and lots of beautiful scenery, with a run out in DD's car one day which was lovely.
We went to Lochinver (for pies of course!) and had a lovely walk ......
We had our share of sunsets....
.....and plenty of amazing views....
We walked up Ullapool Hill .....
.... with amazing views from the top
We had an odd visitor to the cottage!
...... and lots of beautiful things to see while we were out
And then our week came to an end .....
At the end of the week DD and her boyfriend set off home first, with us following behind in our van. After a change of drivers at Inverness, with DH taking over, we carried on along the A9 heading south.
That's when everything changed and suddenly our lives were turned upside down...............
I won’t bore you with all the details, but we were involved in a head on crash with another van. We were both taken to Inverness hospital initially. All I remember is trying to tell everyone to get in touch with DD to let her know what had happened, and then speaking to her later on. After a couple of days in Inverness hospital we were transferred to Aberdeen were both DD, her boyfriend, and DHs daughter came to see us. I had a fracture on my lower spine, a couple of broken ribs, open fracture on my right arm, broken upper jaw and fracture of my left eye socket. DH had a smashed pelvis and damage to his right leg amongst other injuries ( he had to be cut out of the van and flown to hospital by helicopter). The following week was a bit of a blur to say the least, with both us having surgery to put us back together. DD stayed until I came out of the surgery to fix my back (with plates and pins). Until that point I’d not been able to sit up at all or roll over. I then had surgery to fix my jaw, which was the most awful thing I’ve ever been through. DH had a very long surgery to try to fix his pelvis (just over 13 hours) which is now well and truly plated and pinned!
The hospital staff were absolutely brilliant. When they knew that they had patients who were husband and wife they did their best to keep each of us updated on the others progress, and even wheeled me round in my bed to see DH in his ward! I won’t go in to the antics of the other patients on my ward in Aberdeen, but let’s just say it was quite entertaining at times despite the trauma.
We both transferred to Preston hospital after nearly two weeks, with me going first, taking six hours by ambulance. Again, the hospital staff were brilliant. I can’t fault them at all. We had more visitors once we got to Preston, and it’s there that physio got me back on my feet and had me shuffling down the ward to visit DH. Who knew it was so hard to learn to walk again after being in a hospital bed for 2 1/2 weeks!!
When they eventually discharged me, I didn't go straight home. My wonderful DD let me go to her house and looked after me until I was fit enough to go back to my own house. I stayed with her for five weeks, slowly building up my strength to walk with my stick first of all, then without it, gradually walking a bit further each week. All the while I was living with DD she faithfully took me to visit DH who was still in hospital. Then, finally, after 8 weeks, he came home. We'd had to get a sofa bed for downstairs as he was in a wheelchair and couldn't walk at all at that point.
Over the weeks we have progressed from being totally reliant on other people (neither of us was driving until mid September), to finally being able to get out on our own, with me driving, and DH now using just a stick to walk short distances until he builds up his strength to walk further and, eventually, unaided.
It's been a long uphill struggle to get where we are, and not without it's setbacks. I've had to deal with the responsibility of looking after DH, putting the sofa bed up and down, deal with the commode while he couldn't get to the bathroom, while still recovering myself. It's been hard, there’s no denying it.
But, we’ve kept ourselves quite busy while we’ve both been off work recovering. We’d planned to get some decorating done when we got back from our holiday. However, our injuries meant that we couldn’t do the jobs ourselves. So, we organised a carpet fitter, decorator, and plumber to get on with a few jobs, including new carpet on the stairs, landing, our bedroom and DDs old room, decorating of the hallway, stairs and two bedrooms, new doors downstairs and a long overdue new boiler. We’ve also completely transformed DDs old bedroom in to a light and comfy guest room by changing all the furniture (we’ve become quite good at understanding flat packed furniture with a lot of help from DD and her boyfriend!). I’ve done a lot of crocheting over the weeks, including finishing a huge blanket for DD that was started in February, a rainbow throw that now covers the chair I sit on in the lounge, and I’m currently on with two more throws - a grey striped throw for the lounge, and my first attempt at a temperature blanket (for those who don’t know, basically you record the highest temperature every day of a particular place that you choose, and you allocate a particular colour of wool to a certain temperature, or range of temperatures, and crochet either half, full row or two rows a day in that colour). So I know one blanket at least will take me a year, but I’m quite excited to do it!
I’ve also started an online course in Conservation Studies. Having so much time off work has given me time to reflect on what I really want to be doing, and sitting in an office in my current role isn’t it. Not in the long term anyway. Unfortunately, with the injuries I sustained, it’s going to be a while before I can consider any kind of outdoor, physically demanding job. But until then I can at least try and gain some extra knowledge in the area I want to work in, whether that be office based or outdoors.
And there is now light at the end of the tunnel as they say. Just before Christmas I went back to work, after nearly six months off. I'll be building up my days and hours over the next few weeks, gradually, to get me back in to the swing of things. I have a new desk, a new chair, a new mouse, and hopefully that will all help with my back and arm. DH is due to return to work in January in some capacity, which is yet to be discussed. I started driving again in September, and while initially it was terrifying, I'm feeling quite confident again now.
And for those who have read my blog and seen so many walking photographs, hopefully they will return! Over the years I have made a point of going out on my own at least one day before Christmas, usually Christmas Eve, but whichever day looks the best for the weather. I wanted 2017 to be no different, despite everything. So, armed with a small rucksack, a flask of hot chocolate and some sandwiches, I set off the for the Lake District on 22 December. It was pretty emotional as I approached Rydal Water and Grasmere after a six month break. But I realised when I got there just how much it means to me to be out in the beautiful countryside. The views? well, they weren't exactly far reaching, but to me, after not being out for so long, they were breathtaking........

I walked a short path that we haven't done before, just off our normal path round Grasmere. And my highlight of the day was to see not just one, but two red squirrels!!! I had to keep stopping to just take everything in.

So, despite the weather, it was so good to be back out walking.
Christmas was wonderful this year for many reasons. After having years of being DD and my mum on Christmas Day, and sometimes having DHs mum too, this year DH's daughter and partner also joined us. We normally only see them on Boxing Day, but they drove up on the day to be with us, bringing their new puppy with them. I say puppy, but he's six months old now and very well behaved. So we had a full house for the meal which was delicious (even if I say so myself after cooking it!). Spending the day with our two girls, who must have gone through the most terrifying time of their lives when they found out we’d been in the crash, made it so special, aswell as being with my mum. That’s what it should be about - being with the people who mean so much to you. DHs daughter and partner stayed overnight too, in our newly finished guest room.
Then yesterday I took DH out. Back up to the Lake District. Back to Rydal Water for a short walk. The first time he’s been there for months. The weather wasn’t particularly good, but it was enough just to be out.
We’ve started to look ahead and have booked a holiday for the end of September, in Ullapool. And for the first time we have also booked tickets for Loopallu, the music festival held in Ullapool at the end of September each year. There was talk of last year being the last one, so when we found out it was going to be on again it just felt right to go, to do something we haven’t done before. So that’s what we’re doing. Trying new things. Making possibly different decisions than we had previously. Having your life turned upside down makes you stop and think.
So, 2017 has gone, and I’m heading in to my 50th year (where have the years gone?!). What started out so well ended a little different to how we thought. We’ve had some amazing times, and some pretty awful times. We’ve had to say goodbye to Squid earlier in the year, and then our dear Oscar who didn’t survive his injuries in the crash. I’ve also said goodbye to my wonderful Freddie, always the special one, who decided her time was up while I was still in hospital. And Aveline, shortly after we both got home. So we just have Titch now, who was always the baby but is getting older now.
So watch this space for the temperature blanket. There’s not much to see after one day, but there will be soon.
I’ve missed my blog.
It’s good to be back.
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