I've just realised that it's 14yrs ago today that I broke my arm playing football for oxten athletic in the Wirral Sunday league. I slipped over as somebody was about to kick the ball and they made contact with my wrist instead. Why do I remember this incident so vividly you may ask. I remember it cos when I went to the hospital and found out that it was indeed broken, it was put in a plaster cast that was too tight and despite me telling the doctors that it was very painful over the next 4 weeks, when they removed the cast they were surprised to see that it had swelled inwards & destroyed the nerves in my wrist and left me with a condition called CRPS & the rest is history as they say. (CRPS otherwise known as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome is a complicated brain condition which google & you tube explain much better than I do).
My day to day life now consists of my wife Kirsty going to work at 7.30am and taking the 3 boys with her and dropping them off at daycare & a school friends. My carer comes in at 9.30am to help me out of bed, showered and dressed & makes my breakfast then back to bed. My lunch is sandwiches that either Kirsty has left for me or the carer has made then I am on my own until, Ewan 11, makes his own way home from school at 4pm. A couple of days a week the twins, Rowan & Finley 3 arrive home from nursery at 1pm and spend the afternoon with Paulette our lovely child minder who brings me a constant supply of tea and sympathy but I would seriously give my right arm (excuse the pun) to be able to make a cuppa for myself.
So that's my life at the moment and I haven't even began to tell you about the 'stroke like symptoms' I have been left with as a rare side effect of the CRPS. Maybe that's another story for another time.
