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’