Broken legs

I put up the post concerning my bike accident more as Something To Do whilst laid on a bed provided courtesy of the NHS, but I've suddenly realised I've got many weeks of free hours until I'm properly on the mend, so I'm using this to fill a few of those.

It's another of those things in life that come along to test you - some fuckwit is rolling a dice, pointing and cackling.

The major inconvieniences:

Anything that's not within arms reach might as well be in next doors shed. It's going to require a major amount of shuffling between wheelchair etc.

Objects left on the ground or blocking corridors will fuck your day up like nothing else.

You need to become memory man - there's nothing quite like getting comfortable on the sofa then realising you've left your piss jug in the bedroom.

The pain of the injuries can, some days, be nothing as compared to the sheer hell your muscles will go through when left in one position. If possible, change it every so often, at least once an hour.

Physio, no matter how painful, is absolutely essential. In my case, I've got a right leg with a nailed femur but no pot. The sooner you get this up and running, the faster your consultant is going to get you on crutches, which means an escape from being prone. Overdo it if need be - that leg needs to be superhuman in a few weeks time.

Drink past the point of being comfortable; your body needs to be very well hydrated for the healing process.

Give up smoking - optional, and arsing hard, but it will speed up the healing.

That's it for now!

Two broken legs

Had a rather drastic motorcycle accident, so for my own peace of mind, it’s probably best to put it down on “paper”, so here goes....

On the way back from visiting my grandad at the hospital, it’s somewhere around 3:30pm. Approaching Wainfleet and heading into Skegness, SILVER CAR TURNS WITHOUT WARNING...on the roadside, screaming for help, with the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt in both legs. I look over my shoulder, neither leg is pointing in the correct direction. A witness is sat next to me by the road, holding my hand, with me bellowing at her to phone Katie and tell her what’s happened.

The rest is a blur, I remember the ambulance crew arriving,but nothing about the ride to the hospital. I do remember, very strongly, being held down whilst both legs are set into a vaguely human posture whilst sucking on gas and air. All the bones in my legs seem to be grating against each other like sharp chisels.

The next few days were a blur of morphine, drugs, no rock and roll. Visitors came and went in dreamlike fashion.

Slowly recovering now, broken right femur (nailed and pinned) radial fracture of the tibia in my left leg. Femur op was blissful relief, tibia op was horrifically painful when coming to.

I’m now up and about in a wheelchair, with a modicum of self reliance. I can wheel my chair, I can transfer to a commode. No weight bearing for a long time yet, at least 6 months until I’m walking anywhere near normally.

It’s been 3 weeks in hospital so far, although I should be going home next week at some point. Seems I got thrown into the air on impact, then under the car. I’m feeling remarkably lucky that I will, eventually, walk again. Above all, I feel lucky to have such an exceptional wife and supportive family.