Hobbling

Well, I tried walking today. I was in bad enough shape that my wife wanted me to stay home, and she never wants me to stay hom. But against all advice, I hobbled to my car and drove to school and really hobbled to my classroom. I lasted one period – my GCSE History group with an important revision lesson before tomorrow’s exam – before I hobbled back to my car and home.

I won’t be going in tomorrow at the very least. My little venture into the walking world caused significant heretofore unseen bruising. I hope I don’t lose the rest of the week. We’ll have to see how it goes.

It’s Not All Bad

They say if you can’t say anything nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all. This is clearly a policy to which I rarely adhere, as my wife if often keen to point out. About no topic is this more true than the National Health Service.

As I recently noted in a comment to another post, I have had good orthopedic (or orthopaedic, depending on where you are reading this) care. I know that when it comes to this specialty (or speciality, again depending on where you are) I am winner in the postcode lottery, but there you go. To that I would have to add emergency care.

This afternoon I tripped in the kitchen and didn’t have the sleeve of my prosthesis pulled up. As I fell forward, I left it behind. All 14 stone came down on my stump. (Yes, 14 stone – I ate, as they say in this country, all the pies.) I almost passed out from the pain.

My wife called an ambulance. They arrived very promptly and provided very good care in getting me to hospital. I don’t think this was affected by me telling them that not only had I formerly been an ambulance driver (as a volunteer during my college days) , but also a lawyer.

Once in the A&E (as they call the ER here), they put some ice on it to keep the swelling down and gave me some pain medicine. After time for both to work, I was wheeled into X-ray and within minutes I was looking at the pictures on a computer screen with the advantage of digital zoom. There appears to be no fracture.

I was home within two hours of the incident. Even though the bone appears to be intact, I can’t take any weight or even pressure on it. Hopefully I will be able to walk by Monday.

Standing Tall

I was telling my students today that missing a leg below the knee is so much better than missing it above the knee. But even that is better than the obstacles in the life of Peng Shuilin. He’s only half the man he used to be, which has made him a bigger man than most of us.