The war is over for me now…
Just back from the hospital. Turns out this is what the damn medics put in my leg:
The plate’s pinned to the larger of the two broken bones, the tibia. That’s the one that had the break and the spiral fracture. If you look at the picture top right you can see the break in the fibula. From what I gather this gear is in for keeps, so I guess I better get used to being trousered by airport security for the rest of my days.
The leg itself looked happy enough when they took the cast off, insofar as it didn’t come away in their hands, nor has it turned a malodorous verdant hue. I counted sixteen stitches in total, along the line of promises to be a nice tidy scar.
Needless to say, though the body heals, there are scars on the inside that will last forever. Getting ripped on morphine in South Korean A+E. Washing down a cocktail of five different painkillers with a glass of Krug flying first class with Korean Air. Lolling around in bed for a fortnight, waited on hand and foot, getting loaded on codeine and intravenous election commentary.
These are the memories are a part of me now, they will be with me forever. Please, don’t pity me. One day I’ll look back and laugh. With the help, that is, of a little bit of nitrous oxide.
October 13th, 2008 at 5:40 pm
As someone that has been in plaster 4 times on my ankles, I can safely say Get Well Soon, Dan. Look after the leg while you’re healing. I only wish i’d listened more when i was healing, especially during rehab and maybe I would not have lasting damage.
On a side and selfish note, loving the blogging you’re doing while you are layed up, and hope you get back to full strength soon. And cheers for the link on the blogrool
October 13th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
Wow, you need to have a Jaws-esque scar showdown with someone at some point. Surely that will take the biscuit.
October 17th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
Don’t worry, anyone knowing you, won’t pity you! Hang on to those memories and take it slow for a while!