• You hear “Got yourself into a bit of trouble I see” and “Been in the wars?” a lot.
• You can justify wearing all your loose baggy, shapeless clothes.
• There is no dignified way of wiping your own arse unless you do the more undignified act of letting someone else do it for you.
• Mere buttons and pistachios become Zen like puzzles to overcome.
• There are amazing uses for other body parts, for example your heel can be used to clean the buttocks.
• You get hit on.
• Strangers give you the sympathetic head tilt.
• Some strangers will still walk straight into you on purpose.
• Shoelaces aren’t worth thinking about.
• Googling similar bone surgery operations to your own is not a good idea.
• Door handles and keys inside locks are the enemy.
• Sleep deprivation is something you have to get used to.
• Pink puss is not good.
• TV Box Sets save you from insanity.
• You tire of having to explain your injury to yet another shop assistant.
• You begin concocting new stories of how you got your injury – ‘a Ferris Wheel accident’ is one and ‘saving Brazilian orphans from a house fire’ is another.
• ‘Bath Time’ is an experience as thrilling as a five hour German opera.
• You can’t go shopping. A packet of crisps becomes a three course evening meal.
• Your social life diminishes to the level of a 5 year old’s.
• You are continually amazed who offers you their seat on the bus and more surprisingly at those who don’t.
• The whole thing becomes incredibly tedious. So very, very tedious.

Pickle. Know that there’s at least one more slightly patronising expression of sympathy just for you from back home in the UK.