Busy Time

Goodness it's been mad here. First off I thought I could dance. Oh dear, despite having attended and won several awards and medals at Len Goodmans Dance School in my far off youth I seem to have lost the touch as I managed to dislocate my kneecap in the process of trying to jump and twist at the same time. Not only did my kneecap end up round the wrong side of my leg but I managed to break a bit off the bottom of my thigh bone in the landing part of the move. Absolute agony but I still managed to put the kneecap back myself without passing out.
Being super cool I decided to wait until morning to go to casualty, after all it's 30 odd miles away and it was getting on for 10pm so I'd not have arrived home until the early hours so Other Half and me splinted it up and off to bed I went. This was a completely mental set of things to do as by the morning my leg was incredibly painful, very very scarily swollen and just basically agony. So off we went to the infirmary and got it sorted. By sorted I mean I have some fabulous painkillers which send me off on a trip, a massive leg brace, a pair of crutches, a tubi grip and regular two week appointments with the bone man. I'm not sure what's going to happen about the odd bit of bone that's floating about but for now I'm concentrating on getting the rest of the knee fixed.
So, in theory I have lots and lots of time to myself while I lounge on the sofa, lay in every morning drinking tea, be pampered by Other Half.........ha! Not a chance! Within four days I was taken to England for the day to do a felting course with two friends, a great day and some fantastic results, this is something I definately want to do again. Then I came down with that dreadful Scottish Winter sickness bug, I felt so ill I wondered if I was having a stroke as my head was pounding. I also had a million phone calls to make and return, this is the kind of stress that you don't really need but no-one else could do this for me.
Then, when things started to settle down, I decided one afternoon this week to play on the Wii, a very underused piece of kit that Other Half bought for Christmas that I love but forget is there. Badger is very concerned about the Wii. He is worried as we appear to be throwing things but not actually letting them go, this frustrates him beyond belief so he spends the time we are on it trying to round us up and get us to sit down and stop playing it. This particular day I was attempting to play bowling whilst laying on the sofa, a bit odd I know but I needed to rest my leg. Badger was doing his normal stressing and decided to take matters into his own hands, or should I say teeth and tried to grab the controller out of my hand sinking a large canine into one of my fingers in the process.
He didn't mean to do it! Not the biting bit, but boy it was sore, right on the tendons and a very deep albeit small hole. So off to the surgery for a tetnus jab. Thankfully the doctor was very sympathetic and placed it in my arm as it would have been cruel to put it in the usual place. The only trouble was I had a very sore finger on the end of the sore arm and it was really not helping with using my crutches. I did laugh throughout the whole thing though as looking in from outside I'd have found it really funny if it had happened to any one else.
Then a day or so after that my washing machine broke down again. This was dog related. Other Half took the ash tray from the log burner out to be emptied and trod in a dog poo in his slippers. I put said slippers in the washing machine where they promptly fell apart and I discovered they were mostly made from cardboard. Oh dear.
Being the eternal optomist I decided I could fix the machine myself, and despite having my leg in a brace I managed to get it out of it's compartment, turn it round tip it over and take the panel off. I then removed so pipes and discovered I couldn't actually physically get to the pipe I needed to get to as I couldn't bend down because of the brace on my leg. I actually stood and cried. This was no good, I need a washing machine and I couldn't fix it. I also had no money to call an engineer and in any case no engineer will come out this far into the wilderness to fix anything which was my dishwasher was still broken a year after as noone will come. What was I going to do?
I decided to text a friend who is married to a shepherd further up the track, she has a washing machine so some one must fix it for her if it breaks down.. It turned out that someone did, her husband. Brilliant! So she sent him down and he fixed the washing machine within ten minutes, what a bloody hero! I could have cried with joy. But it gets better, not only did he fix the washing machine but he fixed the dishwaher too - mega, bloody, fantastic, brilliant! I'm so happy!