New Flat and Coming Home....
In all the hip drama and far far too much drinking I have forgotten to blog about the new flat. Oops. Don't get me wrong it's not like it has been insignificant or anything!! James and I have gotten very comfortable just the two of us very, very quickly. So quickly in fact I almost don't remember what it was like to have flatmates. Or rather, don't wish to remember what it was like to have housemates ;) It's so great to come home to find everything as you left it - no food that has gone missing, no mess, no dirty dishes... James has even lashed out and bought a TV and digital box - needless to say he is quite enjoying couch surfing ;)
Here are some photos of the new place - yes it does look a lot better in real life and yes London flats really are the size of shoeboxes (and very tiny shoeboxes at that :) )
And in other big news James and I are coming home!! No, not for good ... just for a quick visit via Hong Kong (for shopping of course!). So pop it in your diaries .... 26th May 2007 - I intend on not sleeping very much for 2 weeks, consuming far far too much alcohol and eating far far too much. That's what holidays are for aren't they?
The great hip debacle - the story 8 weeks on....
So my chiropractor thought it was strange that after 8 weeks my muscle tears hadn't really healed - I'm still limping - albeit me being hugely stubborn and still trying to exercise on it. So I made an appointment with the GP who advised an X-Ray. Didn't get time to go to the hospital until yesterday (yes I did procrastinate a little but if you have seen what NHS hospitals are like here you would too). And proceeded to spend about 4 hours there (nice way to spend a day off really!!)...
1. Went to Imaging Department for X-Ray. Got standard supine x-ray, was getting dressed when the technician asks "Have you had an operation before or have you fallen?" Uh-oh. Had to get back into unflattering gown and more x-rays. Got sent straight to A&E.
2. A&E nurse wants to know how I managed to fracture my hip without knowing it. Gets A&E doctor immediately. Asks if I need a wheelchair. Hmm no. I've managed to walk on it for 8 weeks without, thanks.
3. A&E doctor gets a full account of 1st visit to hospital where no x-ray was taken (apparently I have a good legal case to take up!!). Shows me x-ray and tells me my leg will be permanently 1.6cm shorter. Lovely. Gets the Orthopedic Surgeon.
4. Orthopedic surgeon tells me they should have treated the fracture acutely 8 weeks ago with pins in my hip. As it has started to heal now they're not too sure what the benefit of pinning will be, other than prevention of further problems in the future.
5. Have to see specialist orthopedic surgeon next week to advise best course of action.
Seriously - how the hell do I get myself into these sorts of situations??!! If I'd known I'd broken something there is no way I would have gone snowboarding or done half the stuff I have tried to do!! At least I know I have a high pain threshold haha.
Stay tuned for more updates.... you'd think this was a soapie or something .....
Do I have any excuse for being slack and not blogging?
In short, no.
I've just been lazy. So sorry to all that religiously check my blog only to find I abandon it for weeks and randomly post when I have a few minutes to kill. And the dreariness of a London winter didn't really warrant any more blogging!! Neither does the whingeing about my hip. Which by the way if you are interested stands at this... damanged hip flexors, gluteus medius, psoas muscle capsule and I'm still walking like a duck. No treadmill, no running, no fast walking even... been 6 weeks now!! So I've been basically depressed that I can't do shit, look like a complete retard with a crutch and am experiencing extreme hypertrophy in my right leg due to all the compensation it has to do. So yes. One fat leg, one skinny useless leg and overall fatness due to lack of exercise does not make for a happy Michelle. Thus the lack of blogging....
But there is light at the end of the tunnel.
James and I are moving out on Saturday. To our very own one bedroom flat. Yay!! Bye bye gross flatmates!! Stay tuned to find out how moving all our stuff on foot goes.... ;) Lucky our new place is only about 500metres away... it's times like this when I really wish we had a car!!!
Work is going well, taking lots of Spin and Body Pump classes, yesterday was particularly funny as I had to cover a Body Balance class and had no idea what on earth I was doing (and it showed too!!) and most of the chicks I work wtih are pretty cool in general. We also spend a fair bit of time at the pub. See pictures below :) 
Yes, the photos were taken after a few drinks were had (don't we look happy though haha).
Why does crap stuff always happen to me?
I forgot to mention on the lovely snow day last week I managed to slip on my front stairs (very embarassing, lucky I live on a very quiet street), felt something give way in my left hip but continued on to cover a spin class anyway and had a weekend of BodyBalance training (to those that know me well don't laugh - I KNOW I'm not a yoga person and maybe I should stop "opening my mind" and trying new things) where I somehow managed to very very ungracefully collapse in a heap halfway through a Half Moon Pose. Yes on my bad hip. Yes whilst it was being filmed (we were doing self analysis videos on technique and teaching cues).
Suddenly walking was out of the question. So I had a nice cry, and called James to rescue me with some crutches (thank flatmates that don't "clean up" when they leave). Sat in A&E for about 1.5 hours only to be told a) Nothing was broken (duh I already knew that), b) Never to use a flatmate's crutches (I also already knew that) and c) To go home, take some Nurofen and "rest". What the?? Does the British medical system suck or what? I could have told myself that!!
So I went home and had another cry.
Woke up today to discover I still cannot walk. Great. Even tried rubbing on smelly Deep Heat which I don't think does much other than smell bad.
Went and made an appointment with a physio. He was cool (he was Aussie, from the Gold Coast so we had a nice chat!!) but really didn't have any good news for me. Managed to get 40 pound out of me to tell me I have a torn rectus femoris and hamstring. Charming. No wonder I can't freaking walk.
So I officially can't work. No spin classes, no PT clients, no gym floor hours. I am stuffed :(
