Leg update - bit long

Had what I was hoping was going to be the last xray today. The bit at
the front still hasn't healed and without a further operation never
will. Because it has been a year (on Saturday) the leg has basically
forgotten it is broken and stopped producing the chemical that
stimulates growth.

It's only painful when running, riding, trampolining, dancing for more
than a couple of songs or sailing and then not excessively so. So I
felt a bit selfish about asking 'Is this the best it is going to get?'

My consultant is brilliant, I said 'most people would be happy with
this level of functionality'

'You're not most people'.

I want to be able to do whatever I want without pain or restricted
movement. I want to be able to do unsuitable things when I'm 70.

There are two options, one of which involves 3 thousand pounds worth
of the lab produced chemical that the body makes, plus a plate; the
other taking the current pin out of the centre of the bone and putting
a larger one in.

We've discussed risks and draw backs and he's going to ask the trust
to fund the first option. My condition was that I'll not be back to
crutches again. As 3 sides have healed he'll not put me onto non
weight bearing. It will mean a month off the bike, plus all the other
activities above. But it's 95% certain I'll then have the full
functionality I crave. It will also mean a hospital stay, noy a day
case. I can cope with that.

I'm feeling a bit weird and tearful about it and (with a little help
from a friend, thank you, you know who you are) have worked out why. I
thought it would all be over at the one year on point and it still
isn't.

 

You're also feeling somewhat positive, for which congrats.

I suspect your stubbornness will keep you going!

 

Wotcha.

I'm off back to Selly Oak hospital tomorrow.
They want to check the metalwork in my pelvis, and make sure the skin graft
is doing OK.
I'm also looking towards being able to ride the bike and put up a tent
again, neither of which is possible yet.
I'll give it twelve months, then have a serious think about life.

Best of luck - I have a good idea how you feel.

 

Closure, it's a human necessity.

 

I imagine the friend reminded you of your age and such things are to be
expected

Is that enough to overcome being a feeble woman?

<walks away whistling>

 

Oh. By the thread title, I thought you'd had them stretched a bit.

There's always the exoskeleton option.

 

I was wondering if you'd pop up. I nearly put up there some people
have had far worse injuries.

'chicks dig scars'

It will be - took me over 6 months to be able to ride and that was
just sheer stubborness, 9 months to ride properly. I have minions to
put my tents up.

It does do that. I've drastically reaarranged my life over the past
year and it is still an ongoing process.

And to you, ditto.

 

I always assumed that meant on other people, though.

 

I was given ther option of a pin (IMN) or "to see how it went" by my
consultant. Unfortunately the 'seeing as it went' bit took 8 months of
similar disappointments to yourself.

Good luck with whichever decision you take.

You have my email (& number) if you want a sympathetic(-ish ear.

Paul.

 

Lady Nina took a blunt brush and painted...

Welcome to my world.

But, you have an option to get out of it and back to normality.

Be happy you've got that option and take it.


(I'm not saying you're moaning, I understand perfectly where you're coming
from and I'm glad you've got a way out from it)

Neither will be guaranteeded but the former sounds a lot easier than the
latter, which has a good chance of fucking up all the good done so far and a
chance then that the leg then won't do anything at all.

 

SIRPip took a blunt brush and painted...

NO!

For fucks sake do NOT let them put an Iilzarov frame on.

9 months sheer hell and agony, and that was whilst taking 120mg of morphine
twice a day.

 

isn't.

Hope it all works out OK

 

Wotcha

I keep meaning to get the "thing wiv a little wheel" that measures distance
on a map and run it around the outside of my graft.
Should make for a nice long scar ;-)

I came out of hospital on Feb 12th - on March 27th I moved the trike seat up
by four inches, and back by six inches. At least I can now get around,
albeit in some degree of discomfort. All credit to the inventor of the
automatic gearbox. Long distance and camping is out of the frame at the
moment, but like yourself I'm a stubborn type - I didn't spend three years
building my BSA not to ride it.

Thanks.

 

I looked at the thread title and thought: I've seen LN's legs, and one
thing they're not, is long.

Robo-Nina?

 

^..^ Lone Wolf wrote:

Three years?

It only took a couple of thick as pigshit unskilled Brummies about 25
fucking minutes to make the damn thing from scratch in the first place
- what held you up?

 

Wotcha.

The fact that a couple of thick as pigshit Brummies had built it. . . .then
a load of Asian types had run it as a taxi / runabout for years in parts
foreign . . . not forgetting that it had been hit from behind, which
totalled just about every part you could think of. Amazing how the thing
had been welded back together. The only original parts left are the
toolbox, the rear hub and one engine plate. OK - so the thing is only worth
three or four grand at the most, but I've always wanted an alternator B33 -
and now I have one . . . . . .and can't bloody ride it. Typical.

http://www.moonshiners.org.uk/LWMEimages/weekend2009/2009week39.htm

 

Not quite the bite I was looking for but good enough. Done a nice job
of that, but you could have bought a nice used Versys for the same
money ;-)

 

Wotcha.

Which I also couldn't ride ;-)

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, ^..^ Lone Wolf

<circles lazily in passing thermal>

When you decide you're past all that nonsense, you'll be wanting to let
it go to a good home. A long standing (but obviously impecunious) BSA
fan, for example.

<sniffs air>

I smell dead things!

<tips wing casually, and heads for next thermal>

 

Wotcha,

As Jake Thackray said . . . . . .

And all of a sudden with a gasp and a gulp
He clapped his hands to his head,
Fell flat on his back with his toes in the air.
My bantam cock lay dead
And the vultures circled overhead, they did.

What a champion brute; what a noble cock;
What a way to live and to die.
I was digging him a grave to save his bones
From the hungry buzzards in the sky
When the bantam opened up a sly little eye.

He gave me a grin and a terrible wink,
The way that rapists do.
He said, "You see them big daft buggers up there?
They'll be down in a minute or two;
They'll be down in a minute or two".

Have fun now