im back…

I decided to take a little break from my blogging. I needed some time to clear my head and become more positive and myself again. I have had a pretty hard past few weeks and have struggled to cope, but a weekend away with family and beginning to walk normally again has cleared my mind and I can say, I am back to my usual self and crutches free! I thought this day would never come!!

But, I thought I would talk a little about fathers day, but particularly, my own dad. For those who don’t know my dad, Peter or PK, he is definitely one of a kind (in a good way!). I have him to thank for my love of cricket, golf, tennis, beer and keeping up appearances (lol). My mum always gets really jealous and upset when dad and I make plans or do something without her, but she doesn’t realise that she probably wouldn’t really enjoy spending days watching test cricket.

I have found it a lot harder this year, being away from both my parents. Although I have lived out of home for four years now, I was always able to go ‘home’, if I needed a break, or they would come to Adelaide to see me. But, they have decided to travel, leaving Brodie and I to fend for ourselves. I got a phone call from mum on Sunday saying they needed a holiday from their holiday and so they booked to go to Bali, where they are now currently siting by a pool in a resort, while I am procrastinating doing my uni work. But, back to the point. I have always been very close to my parents. I love spending time with them, playing sport, going for coffee etc, so it has been very hard to not be able to do this. You don’t realise how good is it having them a few hours away, until you don’t see them for months.

But, PK. I personally think dad has bought me up as if I was a boy. Although, I did dance throughout my childhood, I also did Auskick and Have-a-go cricket. And today, I spend my time watching cricket, golf, footy or old British comedies, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am lucky to have such caring, supportive and just awesome parents, who encourage me to travel the world, live my dreams and just do me. It has been hard being sooo far away (some of us still have to work and study), but it makes me excited for the future (next year), where I can finally move back home, (to save money and have food cooked for me), but also to spend more time with PK and Lis.

Although belated, happy fathers day PK. You will always continue to crack me up, especially when I find your old cricket ‘yearbooks’, hey Kaitlin. You will also be the tea lady, whose hobbies are ten pin bowling and part time employment. I will always aspire to be just like you – when you hit a six after breaking your wrist two balls before, as well as drinking until 10:30pm, before going to hospital to have your wrist plastered. I heard you were plastered before your wrist? Love you xx

 

 

I AM BORED

hello and welcome back! as I now have a lot of time on my hands, I have decided to start writing a range of blogs, so I can post more regularly, (so I say)!

but the focus of todays blog, is coping with an injury. As many of you know (if you read my last blog, which I hope you have, you would know), that I had a little fall at netball. I was initially told I had tore my ACL, but I am now aware that this no longer the case. I saw an orthopaedic surgeon during the week, and I was told that I actually have a Tibia Fracture. According to google, ‘The tibia, or shinbone, is the most commonly fractured long bone in the body. A tibial shaft fracture occurs along the length of the bone, below the knee and above the ankle. It typically takes a major force to cause this type of broken leg.’ ┬áSo yes, I have fractured this.

This is good news!!! This means that I am on my crutches for 4 weeks, and not allowed to put ANY pressure on my left leg at all, but I may not need surgery (yay!!). I am going back to see the surgeon in 6 weeks to see how the rehab/progress s going and then we will decide whether surgery is needed. I can tell you right now, it is super hard not to put any weight on my leg, like merely impossible…. Side note, I rolled my ankle last night (my right ankle – has been an occurring injury for me lately as well), so am now pretty crippled on both legs…. I go from icing my knee, to ankle, back to knee etc. I live a very exciting life!

But, back to the knee… so when I was told this, I was happy. But I was also upset. 4 weeks? Does that mean I can’t work for 4 weeks? I can’t grocery shop? I can’t basically do anything. I am going to die. For anyone who knows me, I can’t sit still. I can’t sit and watch Netflix for hours – I get sooo bored. I can only watch one movie and like a max of 2 episodes at once. I have to be doing something else. it could be snacking, on my phone, or like doing uni work, I just have to be busy. So you can probably already tell that I am going to struggle to stay put for 4 weeks…..

AND I also have the trouble of living in a double story house. Like these are all practical and well when you can walk on both legs, but when you are crippled.. who in their right mind thought building two houses on top of each other would be practical when someone is injured??? jeez… Like I have basically been living in the lounge room down stairs, as it is just too painful to keep walking up and down stairs. Plus its close to the freezer for my regular icing… my knee still looks like a balloon, gross.

I have had to take 4 weeks of work, which means no money, which also means that I won’t actually be able to afford to do much else. So I will literally be sitting at home. All day. For 4 weeks. I am already dreading this. Keeping active, healthy and busy is like my life. So imagine how I am feeling now this has all been taken away from me. I just don’t know how to feel. I’m lost. I’m unsure. I’m angry. I’m bored.

I AM SO BORED. I get messages from people asking how I am. The classic reply I send is something about how I am still really sore but I AM BORED. I can’t do anything. I hardly have any uni anymore, I hardly leave the house and if I do, its for an appointment. Nothing fun. I can’t even stand up longer than 10 minutes to do the dishes without being in pain and telling myself “their should be no weight on your left leg courtney”, but unfortunately I still need to live. I still need to cook. I still need to eat and shower. I feel like my world has stopped. But it hasn’t.

Its time like this, I wished I lived closer to family. I am alone. Yes, I do have friends, but they are all busy. I can’t expect people to just drop everything to help me. That isn’t fair. But just being able to spend time with family, where I don’t feel like such a burden, would be nice. It is times like these, where I start to feel excited about my future, about next year.

Thank you for reading and for the messages I received from my last blog. They all mean the world to me. Thank you XX

 

 

oh what a… weekend!

Well, what a weekend I just had. Here in South Australia, we were fortunate enough to have a long weekend (I love public holidays!) this weekend. So my family and I decided to jet over to Perth for the weekend for my cousins wedding.

As many of you are thinking, how in the world can I afford all this travel? Is she ever home? Well I can assure you that I am pretty broke at the moment (if you know of any jobs going at the moment, would love to hear from you) and no, I’m never home. Like I mentioned in my first post, I have really struggled to stay settled since returning from my big trip and I’m not actually too phased by this. I get so much joy from looking at flights and basically planning a whole entire trip and then not going on it. It’s my favourite procrastination activity – I really should become a travel agent hey.

Anyways, the wedding. So, the wedding was in Dunsborough, south of Perth. If Dunsborough isn’t on your bucket list – put it there. This place is amazing!! Apart from attending the wedding (obviously), I spent the weekend by the beach, bike riding, drinking coffee, paddle boarding, kayaking and more coffee. It was just pretty. Like I cant really put it in words – you will just have to check it out yourself!

like how gorg is this beach!!

In this gorgeous seaside town, is a little winery where the wedding was held. It was very pretty and picturesque – like a postcard really! We all had such an awesome night, dancing, drinking, eating, dancing and then drinking again of course. P.S. sorry Melissa for making you keep up with me – I guess not all of us can wake up feeling great!!!!

It wasn’t until Sunday night/Monday morning, where we found out that some bug had torn through the wedding, making a lot of us sick, me included. So, I spent most of Monday morning in the bathroom, by the toilet and then napping on the bathroom floor as I was too weak and sick to go back to bed. Was quite horrible really. BUT, the worst part was that I was actually supposed to be flying home that day. Pretty hard when I struggled to stand/sit up without feeling like I had to vom (gross). Sooo after a long phone call with Jetstar, much contemplation and an excessive amount of money spent, I changed my flight to the next day (thank goodness). And to my happiness, I woke up Tuesday morning feeling a lot better – but accidentally passed on the bug to my cousin Mitchell (sorry!!!).

Congrats again Hayley & Otis – and thank you for letting me be apart of your big day xxxxxx