Boulevard of Broken Bones

If you follow me on social media, you’ll know by now that I’ve broken my leg. And my ankle. I won’t get into the how or the where. That’s not important. What is important is that this soldier is down. Code red. Officer compromised. Mother, interrupted. If I wanted to downplay it, then I wouldn’t bother telling you that a) the pain was up there with the final, writhing moments of childbirth and b) the surgery which ensued may result in buzzing metal detectors and much frisky business in airports, going forward.

Mostly though, in reality, I’m grand. That’s what we say when any sort of unfortunate event befalls us, isn’t it? ‘Sure, it’s grand. I’m grand. We’re all grand.’ We dial up the martyrdom and remind ourselves of how much worse it could’ve been. And rightly so. Nobody’s sick, nobody’s dying, the bones will heal. And sure didn’t Fidelma from up the road break an arm, a leg and her collar bone when she fell off the ladder doing her gutters?

My ‘tough break’ has resulted in increased time on my ass and thus, increased time to reflect. Quite the learning experience, really…

What I’ve Learned

1. Mess is not the end of the world.

Crumbs, neglected laundry, unwashed pots, missing shoes and the ignored stair pile are not things to shed actual tears over. For once, you have a legit excuse. Let it go. Nobody cares. Embrace the mayhem. Hire a cleaner.

2. Emotional unpredictability is standard.

When you’re laid up, in pain and on the good meds, all bets are off. Hysteria, tears, angry frustration and taking to the bed are all entirely the prerogative of the injured party.

3. Too much social media will kill you.

Or, at the very least, it will give you rage. Facebook posts and Instagram photos of friends living their best lives, using all of their functioning limbs with smug abandon is not good for the souls of the infirm and incarcerated.  It’s entirely acceptable to unfriend or unfollow anyone selfish enough to flaunt their enjoyment of the great outdoors while you fall deeper down the lonely rabbit hole of mediocre True Crime in a darkened, airless room.

4. Marital contract small print is binding.

The ‘in sickness and in health’ clause is pushed to its limits by unrelenting demands on the part of the injured for the delivery of meals, beverages, aforementioned drugs and remote controls. On top of those are the demands of the small people; the feeding, the dressing, the bathing, the lunch making, the refereeing, the placating. Only the strongest survive. Mr C is strong. I think. In fact, as I type, he’s singing while making a curry. Yeah, he’s good. We’re good. Phew.

5. Women know how to rally.

When one of their crew is compromised, the sisterhood comes into its own. Lasagnes, curries and cooked chickens appear on doorsteps. Flowers are delivered, soda bread is baked, hampers are ordered and school runs are divvied out in hushed tones. The generosity of spirit of your parental tribe in times of crisis is truly astounding.

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6. Said female helpers won’t be thanked.

Gratitude is met with continuous understatement of the role played and an assurance that they love cooking multiple meals/emptying your dishwasher/adding two more kids to the chaos of their already heaving car. Words of thanks are evaded, repelled or rebuffed. It’s OK though. They know you’d do the same.

7. Always prepare for the unthinkable.

The bizarre obsession our own mothers had with sending us to bed in clean underwear in case the house went on fire has an adult, female equivalent and it’s this: Always, ALWAYS shave your legs before going out and, when wearing trousers, never apply Sally Hansen to the visible foot area only. Ever.

You just never know when eleven medical professionals will get up close and personal with your bare lower limb before sunrise.

With a massive thank you to the fabulous folk who’ve stepped up when I couldn’t. You know who you are. I owe you. x

What happens when Mum, Officer-in-Chief, the ship's captain, is struck down with an injury?

I’ve linked this post with #triumphantales and  #dreamteam



  1. You sooooooo need to expand on the HOW and the WHERE now!!! Hope you’re on the mend soon, great to hear you have such good family and friends for support.

    • Sinéad Reply

      I could tell you but I’d have to kill you! 😉 Thanks. Yes, local mums, friends and family have been just brilliant.

  2. So sorry this happened to you, but love this post. Get well soon. I’ve been warning my family for years that I could cope with most things but they’d better move out if I broke a leg. Unfortunately my kids have insisted they’d move out if I broke anything!

    • Sinéad Reply

      Cheek. And leave you to fend for yourself? They never would really though! Let’s hope we never find out! 😉 Thanks for the kind words, Tric. x

  3. Milk it for all it’s worth Sinead! How long ’til you’re up and about again? It must be frustrating. You’re so lucky you have a crowd of friends to support and entertain you. I’d be absolutely stuffed if this was me!!

    • Sinéad Reply

      You’d be surprised. Bet you’d have lots more support that you’d think! Two weeks and the horrid cast comes off! I’m so excited to be rid!

    • Sinéad Reply

      If there’s one thing a mom can do when shit hits the fan, it’s make a lasagne. Am I right? 😉

  4. Milk it !! And also I want to know the WHERE & HOW now. You forgot to mention your awesome jeans that scarred your littl’n for life 😂😂😂 .
    All jokes aside, I hope you recover soon Ex Oh (xo) 💋

    • Sinéad Reply

      Poor little lad. Hero! 🙂 Thanks for the well wishes! 😉 Do you like how I’m continuing to evade the question! 😉

  5. Oh Sinead you poor thing!! I know it’s grand, you’re grand but shite it’s a balls of a thing to happen!! Speedy recovery to you….I MUST shave my legs tonight!

    • Sinéad Reply

      Indeedin’ it is a total balls of a thing, Louise! And do. Shave them. Shave them good! 😉 xxx

  6. Awww, it’s not funny that you find yourself in this situation but this post did make me laugh. Like you say it will be “grand” but in the meantime I would totally be milking it. Get everyone running around after you and start demanding champange baths 😉

    • Sinéad Reply

      Just when you reckon you’d thought of everything! Champagne baths! That’s exactly what my life has been missing! 😉

  7. Love how your humour always shine true. Hoping the ‘cast-off’ is close and you’ll be back on both feet very soon x

    • Sinéad Reply

      Aw thanks so much. Me too! Not sure how I’ll cope with life on the outside when I get my freedom back! 😉

  8. Absolutely make the most of your rest time – you’ll (hopefully) never have it again till the kids have flown the nest. :O
    Seriously though, hope you’re not in too much pain, and thank god for Mr C and your friends. <3

  9. You’re right, number 7 is so very true! Something tells me you didn’t heed your own advice?! Hope you’re back on your feet again very soon Shinners x

  10. Make the most of the help! Your hubby sounds like an absolute star! So great that you have lots of friends to help out too. I’m sure you’d swap it all to be back on your feet again, but it will happen soon enough. Maybe don’t tell them straight away that you are walking?! x

  11. Oh bless you! This made me smile so much! Loved the bit about the sisterhood, and I’m glad you’ve got friends rallying round. Hope you’re on the mend soon! Thanks for linking this up with #DreamTeam!

  12. You must be going a bit stir crazy, I know I would lol. At least you have family and friends helping out. It’s amazing how everyone rallies round to help isn’t it.

    • Sinéad Reply

      People love to help in a crisis. They saved my ass. And yes. Stir crazy for sure!

  13. Oh no!! How did you do it? I hope you are doing better now and well on the road to recovery. I am glad you have a lot a people around you which are helping out and giving lots of support x

    • Sinéad Reply

      A very unfortunate fall, Claire. In flat shoes and all! No justice, eh!

  14. oh no!! I hope you’re on the mend! I’ve not broken a leg but my sister did her ankle and lower leg stepping off a kerb and she needed surgery and all sorts.
    Having a tribe to rally round when in times like these is essential and shows just who your true friends are! Here is to a speedy (pun intended) recovery!
    Thank you for sharing this with us at #TriumphantTales. I hope to see you back tomorrow!

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