Those of you who are regular readers will know what I mean by the curse of the cinema.
In 2017 I went to the cinema on my own to see Guardians of the Galaxy and slipped on an unlit step (Truly - it was not my fault - I know I can trip over a shadow but it really wasn't my fault this time) and I fractured my ankle resulting in the wearing of the black boot of shame all summer.
In 2018 I fell down a hole where a seat had been removed and there was no marking, tape, lighting to show there was a hole (again - truly honestly not my fault and everyone said I ought to sue the cinema but we are not suing type of people) and I broke 2 ribs and spent the summer in agony.
Yesterday we were off to the cinema. I was going to see Endgame and was really excited. As you know my knee had been bad for about 5 weeks and I finally went to the doctor and had stronger meds and physio set up. Well, I got changed and sat on the bed to put my jewellery on and there was a noise like an explosion and terrific pain in my knee and whole leg. I screamed - a lot. and I thought I was going to throw up. Now bear in mind I was in the bedroom, we live in a split level house and there are even outside steps down to the car. It wasn't pretty getting me down to the car and in the car as I seriously could not put any weight on it at all. Now we are quite well prepared for my accidents. From 10 years ago we have a wheel chair (it was cheaper to buy one than hire one when I tore ligaments in my foot) and from when I had the boot of shame we have crutches and a walking stick. But I am no seven stone svelt beauty that my husband could carry down stairs and if someone had filmed it it would have been the sort of video that would have gone viral for its comedic value alone! Anyway, he got me in the car and to the minor injuries unit where they are always so fabulous. Yes - I am a season ticket holder!
Jamie who looked after us was fabulous. There was a bit of hysterical laughter as Nigel wheeled me into the treatment room and misjudged the doorway and rammed the bad leg into it. There was also real hysteria and tears when Jamie, being very apologetic that he had to do it, did various tests. It was agony. He suspected it was a torn ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) but just to check everything else out he also x rayed it. That was another laugh as Nigel, helping me get undressed, helped to get my boot off my injured leg by pulling, hard, as I yelled 'it's got a zip, it's got a *%$%*& zip!' The x-ray revealed an avulsion fracture in the knee as well. He feels that there was a possible tear int he ACL five weeks ago and that when I sat on the bed - I kid you not that was all I did - it ruptured. But he cannot prove that. I have to see a specialist and possibly have an MRI but he said he was so sure he was going to treat me for that anyway.
So I was equipped with pain relief, a rigid knee brace from ankle to thigh and a new properly fitted pair of crutches and wheeled home. I can safely say I was in agony.
We eventually managed to get me in and upstairs (and if I am honest it wasn't so funny this time just painful and scary) and we had a very disturbed night. When he said sleep in the brace I figured I wouldn't need to. I did. Any movement, any, was hell.
Today I have been mostly immobile. I did clean the bathroom - well I was in there so it seemed rude not to and Nigel was furious - but I have been largely sat, leg up, binge-watching Greys. I have managed now to stagger into the study but I can see that will be short lived.
So the cinema curse is very real and now - it is so strong apparently I don't even have to go there, just PLAN to go there! You have to laugh, don't you!
Anyway - I have not scrapped today but I have made this during the week
This was witht he new Paige Evans free cutfile - she is so generous

This was for a UKS challenge

and so was this - took me ages to emboss the globe!

Today I am thankful for
- pain relief
- our NHS
- my wonderful husband
- box sets