Friday, August 2, 2013

Why things are quiet around here

Just over a month ago I fell and broke both legs, then a week later - owing to poor balance! - I felll again and fractured the right wrist.  My world is confined to a hospital bed 1.5 x 2.5m space, as the left leg has to be elevated while the bone graft heals.
Broken fibula, smashed tibia, 6 pins and a bone graft

Fracture right across the wrist, and a small bone break

Fracture and pin but vaguely usable!
Consequently we are away from the farm, the winter pruning and the guinea fowl (apparently they are missing us!). And I missed a trip to Shanghai.

I'm not ill, just incapable of much movement, so eventually was able to persuade the specialists that I would be much better off at home, surrounded by all manner of medical / hospital equipment and carers to keep a close eye on my every movement.  To quote the OT - statistically - with three limbs out of four useless, I am a danger to myself.  I almost ruined my departure from hospital by casually referring to the potential difficulties I might have using my chainsaw as a result of the broken wrist. The OT admitted to having a vision of a head and torso, scattered limbs and blood everywhere!

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