Monday, 30 March 2015

Gardening for the disabled

Last month I mentioned that I've cleverly broken my foot (to be exact, I've sustained a Lisfranc fracture which is a horrible thing that takes months to recover from). This has been difficult enough in terms of looking after the GarlicBaby (who is starting to crawl - eek!) but at least there we've been able to emotionally blackmail various friends and family members into coming over and babysitting the two of us during the initial six weeks post ORIF surgery, after which I'll be put into a walking boot. I've done a little gardening in that time but it's been limited to about half an hour sitting at the garden table with my foot up planting seeds. Today I decided to go out and have a quick weed around the garlic and two things happened:



1. My foot went *poof* and swelled to the size of a respectable melon within about 12 minutes (honestly, there are self-inflating boats which take longer to puff up) which meant that the weeding was cut short and I'm now back on the sofa with my foot raised over my heart and 
2. I discovered that my kneelchair (knee scooter thingy that I use to zip about the house instead of crutches) doesn't fit into our side return. Disaster!

So I sort of manouvered the knee scooter as close to the two big raised beds where I'm growing garlic as I could and hung / leaned precariously off of it whilst I nabbed the biggest weeds before admitting defeat. 

Help! What am I going to do? Not only has my stupid foot meant I had to miss the Edible gardening show and that I'll be in a cast at the Chelsea Flower Show, it's also going to mean that I'll be in a cast until late May at the absolute earliest. Which means I need a knee scooter. Which means my whole side return is inaccesible! Argh! Stupid kerb. Stupid foot. Stupid lisfranc injury!

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