Bike crash part 12
Apr. 21st, 2023 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lprovenPart 12.
(Previous instalment: https://facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10159075501541691&id=608866690 )
Still absolutely knackered here. Spent most of the day in bed. Not ashamed one bit. Last afternoon boosted by an unexpected visit from Pete Young and Benji, though -- that was lovely.
I'm OK, although they forgot to feed me at lunchtime. So I got cornflakes. Better than nothing! Pleasant discovery: I can eat cornflakes fine. It doesn't feel like they are all stuck in my facewires.
Breakfast was Weetabix, so far the only way that Noble's scored over Aintree. Thanks to my braces, porridge was a win. Dinner was a cheese and onion pasty and chips, and was delicious.
Chatted with the consultant and then a couple of hours ago with the surgeon. That was... Daunting.
The good thing about being able to speak medical language a bit is that they don't try to BS you. But that means getting the raw undiluted stuff. (_Pace_ their instilled expectations management, etc., of course.)
It's not sounding too good. Certainty there will be multiple surgeries. Possibly stage 1, trying to save the radius, plate it together, remove contaminated bits of the ulna; stage 2, later, try to graft what's left of the ulna back together... Later possible stage 3, try to straighten out what stuck together and maybe try to make it work a bit.
I knew it was a mess and it would be difficult but from the horse's mouth, it's scarier.
Multiple visits to Liverpool beckon, then possibly a long time in rehab.
Barring big unexpected problems, I should keep the arm, but probably with even more limited movement and dexterity than before... And it was bad then.
I must admit, I wish I'd pushed Noble's harder to ship me back to Prague last weekend.
Op tomorrow, unless there's an emergency before me. No food after 2 a.m. No water after 6 a.m.
I'm feeling distinctly... 😨😰
(Previous instalment: https://facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10159075501541691&id=608866690 )
Still absolutely knackered here. Spent most of the day in bed. Not ashamed one bit. Last afternoon boosted by an unexpected visit from Pete Young and Benji, though -- that was lovely.
I'm OK, although they forgot to feed me at lunchtime. So I got cornflakes. Better than nothing! Pleasant discovery: I can eat cornflakes fine. It doesn't feel like they are all stuck in my facewires.
Breakfast was Weetabix, so far the only way that Noble's scored over Aintree. Thanks to my braces, porridge was a win. Dinner was a cheese and onion pasty and chips, and was delicious.
Chatted with the consultant and then a couple of hours ago with the surgeon. That was... Daunting.
The good thing about being able to speak medical language a bit is that they don't try to BS you. But that means getting the raw undiluted stuff. (_Pace_ their instilled expectations management, etc., of course.)
It's not sounding too good. Certainty there will be multiple surgeries. Possibly stage 1, trying to save the radius, plate it together, remove contaminated bits of the ulna; stage 2, later, try to graft what's left of the ulna back together... Later possible stage 3, try to straighten out what stuck together and maybe try to make it work a bit.
I knew it was a mess and it would be difficult but from the horse's mouth, it's scarier.
Multiple visits to Liverpool beckon, then possibly a long time in rehab.
Barring big unexpected problems, I should keep the arm, but probably with even more limited movement and dexterity than before... And it was bad then.
I must admit, I wish I'd pushed Noble's harder to ship me back to Prague last weekend.
Op tomorrow, unless there's an emergency before me. No food after 2 a.m. No water after 6 a.m.
I'm feeling distinctly... 😨😰
