The Fracture Clinic

I went to the Fracture Clinic today. It’s a pity doctors do not give you the big picture when you start treatment, instead of drip feeding it. I understand a lot more about what my leg is doing now. I also saw the X rays and could see where the bone is growing and joining the two bits together.  If you are going to break your lower leg, try and break it near the knee. There is more blood flow there and with the external fixator you are looking at six months. Further down towards the ankle, which is where my break is, there is less blood flow and a longer  nine months to wait. So it’s looking like March now. Well I will be ready for spring then!

While waiting for my X ray, I got chatting to other patients who had a frame like me, or had had one. It’s frightening to hear how they got their injuries. Two of them were hit by cars, at pedestrian crossings. They should have been safe and been able to cross without a problem. One young guy was hit by a car, his X ray, he showed me, his leg was a real mess. He had been hit by a car at forty miles per hour! The other guy, he had been hit by a drunk driver, he was with two others, one who was still in hospital, had been since the accident. They had a severe head injury. The other person we saw, had his injury five minutes into a football game. I was really troubled by the guys hit by cars. It’s just so awful. 

I got dropped off at our village centre on the way back, and I walked to the Cosy Nook and had one of their Piri Piri wraps, to cheer myself up, not that I was sad because of the timeline, that I am now facing, but the fact that people driving cars are severely injuring pedestrians, there is no excuse to this at all. There were two ladies having a coffee and a chat, and they got talking to me, which is really lovely. I really like the local local coffee shops that we have in the village, and on a sunny day, a nice walk.



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