12/10/2026
Held together with metal plates, screws and determination, my right leg can be bloody tricky... And I'm dead proud of it. π
Today is World Arthritis Day and I wanted to share something relevant.
Most of you know I broke my right leg late 2021, then broke it again almost 2yrs later. Only this time I smashed it good& proper - distil femur fracture.
Two breaks, major surgery, metalwork and an (ongoing) recovery that tested me physically and mentally in ways I couldn't have imagined. My knee is banjaxed meaning the most basic of hinge movement is painful and that area is most prone to arthritis.
So while the bones have healed, it doesn't mean everything is back to normal.
The pain. The stiffness. The days when something as simple as walking to make a brew, standing for too long or getting up feels like a massive undertaking.
Being a woman who ain't getting any younger, and needing to be mobile for her work, the reality of joint pain and arthritis-related challenges becomes something you can't always just push through.
Some days I'm grand. Other days, my leg has very different ideas about what we're doing!
So what's prompted me to write this?
Last week, while on holiday, I was sitting by the pool with my leg on show. Day 2 of sun, after almost a week of bad weather & storms. Heat causes peace and mobility; damp, wet and inclement weather causes stress, pain and immobility.
Another woman stared at my leg.
Not a curious glance, but 1 of those lingering, disgusted looks that makes you very aware of your own body. Turning her nose up & talking behind her hand to her partner.
And do you know what?
I didn't cover it up.
Because those scars, battered leg, and all the metal holding me together tell a story.
A story of resilience. Learning to walk again. Of getting me on planes + trains.
Of frustration, tears, determination & celebrating milestones most people wouldn't think twice about.
I'm not ashamed of my scars. I'm proud of what they represent.
And on World Arthritis Day, I want to share a little reminder:
Not every disability or chronic pain is visible. Just because someone looks fine doesn't mean they're not struggling.
Your body deserves compassion.