Categories: broken-again
Date: 12 July 2007 12:40:25
read the text message I sent to a couple of friends as I limped out of the hospital this morning. I later found out that one of the friends who received this message had her phone stolen last night, so, presumably, whoever nicked her phone has received that message.
This thought amuses me.
Anyway.
So I rocked up to the hospital at 8am for an 8:30 appointment. "You're early," they said. Not a lot you can say to that, apart from "yes. I am."
"Off you go and get X-rayed." Off I went. Back I came.
Doctor said "there is very little evidence of a crack in this bone, but you can see it quite clearly in the first X-ray. Been eating a lot of cheese?"
"Yep. And yoghurt, and tinned fish."
"Start going without the stick for short periods around home and at work, and the strapping can probably come off middle of next week, and you can probably get rid of the stick the end of that week, as well. No heels for a month or so, and don't go off on any ten mile hikes until September. And build up your levels of exercise gradually."
Considering that when I did this they were predicting strapping and walking stick for a minimum of six weeks, possible plaster, surgery, and general doom'n'woe, I think I got off lightly with three weeks of strapping and three and a half weeks of using a walking stick.