Don’t know where yesterdays post went so will try again.
Plastic surgeon opened the bidding with 2 years of reconstructive surgery, I countered with ‘magic cream’ and leave it alone. We jousted healthily much to the amusement of the nurses and he found a defensive position in the fact that any dressing option would involve repeatedly cutting off casts to redress.
Victory was mine for the taking now as I played the “do I need a cast” card, medical records hadn’t transferred (thank you NHS/CSC ) so I ( yes Dr Gav) explained the extent of the injuries and length of immobilisation. A valiant last try of ‘orthopaedics won’t like it if I remove the cast’ was always going to fail and was brilliantly parried with ‘you didn’t like them doing skin grafts so alls fair’
Result being that I left without a cast (I have a splint) and 4 weeks to let it grow ! To be fair the increased mobility is neatly tempered by increased pain but a win for stupid stubbornness over medical knowledge nonetheless.
Well we had staples removed today, not a nice experience I must say, pad removed and …. The skin graft is only 50 % taken next stop plastic surgeon 😦
On the plus side whilst I looked away during the removal one of the nurses was not so wise and needed a sit down! And it’s very interesting to be able to see your bones and tendons and to ‘feel’ them being washed
All a new experience you see and will make a good talking point at my pub.
Sorry about the glare, taking photo’s isn’t so easy in my current condition!
This is the mission, snowy winter scene of the glorious Appley beach.
Even considering relocating in advance of the pub change seeing as that is likely to get a delay as part of the fallout of my accident.
Conversation due with the boss this week and I will be looking at whether the future plans are accommodating of a rail/hovercraft commute.
I got out yesterday, thanks to true friends, not to the hospital but actually out! Plan was to repeat today but so wiped out by yesterday that I don’t think that will happen now.
I think today I going to be a slow day but hey that’s not so bad, all calcium fuelled so plenty of material to mend the bones.
I may not be good at long slow roads but watch this space because I am good at determined and stubborn, bring on my Appley beach winter!
I awoke to the question ” how hard can it be?” well question answered “very”. 5 hours finds my bed changed and my hair washed!
In pain now laying on my bed considering how sensible stubborn really is? Not that it matters because stubborn is what I am it’s not a choice thing is it?
Shout out to tesco home delivery for taking one look and bringing my shopping into the kitchen, legend!
Well my knee is improving but I have decided that little steps are the way forward, each little step will be forward and in the direction of my beloved isle and my perfect pub.
Life is not for leaping and charging because when you do that sometimes its hard to control direction and truth is you don’t save any energy or arrive any sooner, efficiency is best served by purposeful little steps.
So philosophy done I can tell you that strength is returning but I am fighting against loss of mobility in the left hand which seems determined to reduce, we all know there is only going to be one winner so best my hand gets used to it!
I think that I have dislodged a staple in the right as I have a new sharp stabbing pain but hospital on Tuesday so it will last till then I’m sure.
I beat the front door today, it took a belt around the latch, both hands, shoulder and teeth but I escaped 🙂
I also, just about, managed the stairs actually raising one foot above the other rather than shuffling one stair at a time which has been the best I could manage. Speed needs some attention but to coin an old phrase ‘little steps little steps’
Well first outpatients today and leg is doing well 🙂 left wrist isn’t missing a bit it’s actually external metalwork 😮 right wrist looking good staples off to look at skin graft next week
Left wrist isn’t winning awards, they reckon it is likely to involve giving up and fusing the whole wrist but I offered a second opinion ” nah that will be fine” so all good.
Well I share this with the sincere hope none of you will experience the same and will only know vicariously through me!
Sitting here last few days I have become acutely aware of a smell like sweaty feet, hygiene is a battle but one I thought I was winning! So I have scrubbed head to toe and soaked my feet but still occasionally I get this odour.
I worked it out to be the skin graft donor site on my leg last night (covered in plastic) told the nurse and she looked at it this morning, source identified! Fracture clinic tomorrow but I have to get the plastics to look at the donor site see if we can clean it up or at least add an air fresher.
Like I said I share it so you don’t have to experience it.
Is how life is at the moment, everything takes longer and is more difficult. I have managed to work the piece of bone that seems to want to exit my wrist to a spectacular 25 mm proud and I’m now quite looking forward to seeing under the cast on Tuesday although it may make me heave lol
Movement remains pretty good although I have discovered that my thumbs don’t bend, I can manually bend them but I seem to have lost the ability to bend them naturally not sure why?
Honourable mention to Mr Paynter for delightfully pointing out that the reason my leg ( skin graft donor site) feels weird when I raise my arm is ‘skin memory’ entirely made up but very believable and has me convinced!
Appley beach – my day will come