Ouch (possible NSFW pictures of my rear to follow)
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Read the beginning of this old thread with renewed interest, as my 16 year-old nephew was in an accident a fortnight ago and got trapped under the tractor he had been driving. Airlifted to hospital and has had surgery to fit six plates/pins to reassemble his crushed pelvis (which was in three main pieces and several dozen small ones), plus a few more to straighten up a crushed femur.
Now awaiting skin graft to repair laceration on thigh, then we begin a no doubt long path to recovery.
Thanks for posting up info on your "journey" as it gives us some non-medical experience to relate to.
Now awaiting skin graft to repair laceration on thigh, then we begin a no doubt long path to recovery.
Thanks for posting up info on your "journey" as it gives us some non-medical experience to relate to.
boyse7en said:
Read the beginning of this old thread with renewed interest, as my 16 year-old nephew was in an accident a fortnight ago and got trapped under the tractor he had been driving. Airlifted to hospital and has had surgery to fit six plates/pins to reassemble his crushed pelvis (which was in three main pieces and several dozen small ones), plus a few more to straighten up a crushed femur.
Now awaiting skin graft to repair laceration on thigh, then we begin a no doubt long path to recovery.
Thanks for posting up info on your "journey" as it gives us some non-medical experience to relate to.
Sounds horrendous ! Best wishes to both your boy and DIbble….Now awaiting skin graft to repair laceration on thigh, then we begin a no doubt long path to recovery.
Thanks for posting up info on your "journey" as it gives us some non-medical experience to relate to.
Thanks for all the replies, I’ve been at work all weekend and just waiting for transport home from today’s physio.
boyse7en, if you’ve any questions, feel free to PM me. It’ll be a tough time, but he’ll get there eventually. He just might find that “there” isn’t quite where it used to be and he will have to adjust to that, physically and mentally.
boyse7en, if you’ve any questions, feel free to PM me. It’ll be a tough time, but he’ll get there eventually. He just might find that “there” isn’t quite where it used to be and he will have to adjust to that, physically and mentally.
LosingGrip said:
Good update Dibble! Make the most of (I'm assuming) Flint House. Everyone who I know has been raves about it...I should pay in!
Fingers crossed you can get on with PST and back out and about! N
Flint House is for those filthy southern types. We pay into the Police Treatment Centres and I can’t recommend them enough. You should definitely pay into Flint House, for the few quid a month subs, it’s absolutely worth it.Fingers crossed you can get on with PST and back out and about! N
https://www.thepolicetreatmentcentres.org/
Rushjob said:
The team at St Andrews did wonders for my recovery when I had knee surgery.
That two week stay was worth all of the contributions over my entire service.
Cracking place.
Yep, just checked my payslip. £7.80 a month, currently. It was £9.52 back in 2015 (the oldest payslip I can find), but that also included St George’s/Benevolent Fund as well. That two week stay was worth all of the contributions over my entire service.
Cracking place.
black-k1 said:
Great news Dibble. 
It's been a long road but it really sounds like the end is in sight. Perhaps you should buy yourself an old British motorbike with a kick start. It wouldn't be long before your right leg would be up to strength then! 
It's been a long road but it really sounds like the end is in sight. Perhaps you should buy yourself an old British motorbike with a kick start. It wouldn't be long before your right leg would be up to strength then! 
(For younger readers, the Panther in question was a 650cc single-cylinder motorcycle manufactured in Cleckheaton.)
Best of luck, Dibble.
I’m at the end of my first week at the police rehab centre in Harrogate and have limped myself out for a beer or two.
The week hasn’t been altogether smooth. You know that saying “If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all”? I was due to drive over first thing Monday morning, which would’ve been the longest drive I’ve done in over a year and consequently would’ve had tI break it down into at least three chunks with a bit of stretch/rest en route.
Except on Saturday, my car decided to throw a wobbler (probably the alternator/alternator belt) and no chance of getting it fixed. A quick phone call to the rehab meant I was ok to book in on Sunday, so train it was. I limped the car home to then discover a water leak from the internal stopcock. Convincing my home insurance company (using their own policy wording) that I was covered was hard work.
They eventually sent a plumber who sorted it, so I thought I’d celebrate by slashing my own finger on a sharp knife in the washing up bowl. As I’ve just had the damp course done downstairs, everything from there is in storage/upstairs so my dressing consisted of a tea towel and some gaffer tape. By this point, I thought I deserved a glass (bottle) of wine, so over to the corner shop I went.
Things by now were obviously going too well, so I thought I’d liven things up by not putting it in my bag but dropping and smashing it instead. I picked up the bits, did a quick about turn, second bottle bought and across to the Chinese for some MSG heavy stodge. Only to be told it was a minimum of an hour’s wait, so dinner ended up being fish finger butties instead.
Sunday saw me on the train to Harrogate. Just not the one I’d planed on, as 50% of them were cancelled. Three trains in all, with each delayed, plus other cancellations, meant I missed the planned connections, my scheduled 4 hour journey took nearer seven and I’d missed the evening meal by the time I eventually got here.
Then when I was admitted by the nursing staff, my blood pressure was too high so I was banned from exercise until it came down, I had to ring 111 and speak to a doctor at their insistence (it was either that or they were calling me an ambulance…) I spoke to my GP the following morning who said I was ok to stay and exercise, as long as my BP came down and stayed down, which it did late Wednesday. So I’ve crammed in the gym/classes/phsyio and there’s already an improvement.
I’ve got a weekend to chill out and kick my heels in Harrogate, then back into it for a full week next week.
On top of that, the “outside” plate is still uncomfortable, so the consultant is minded to remove it. In the second half of next year… the good news is that it’s one night in hospital, 50% weight bearing immediately for two weeks, 75% for the next two then up to 100% as soon as tolerated. I think it will need to come out, it’s pretty niggly and uncomfortable. The bone is classed as healed as there is regrowth across the entire width, it just needs to fully consolidate.
Anyway, some photos. Hope you all have a great weekend and thanks for the continued good wishes and encouragement, it really does help.
The current domestic chaos…
Slightly less chaotic now
Compression ratios…
The ouchy bit is where the cursor is, as there’s not much padding over it. Even for a fat knacker like me.
Sports kit, just before I did Pilates today. There are some utter tossers here with all matching sports gear/tough mudder finisher/ironman winner tee shirts… they’re just lucky I even possess shorts and trainers (although these were a Facebook bargain, Karhu brand, £130 RRP, new in box for £20)
The week hasn’t been altogether smooth. You know that saying “If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all”? I was due to drive over first thing Monday morning, which would’ve been the longest drive I’ve done in over a year and consequently would’ve had tI break it down into at least three chunks with a bit of stretch/rest en route.
Except on Saturday, my car decided to throw a wobbler (probably the alternator/alternator belt) and no chance of getting it fixed. A quick phone call to the rehab meant I was ok to book in on Sunday, so train it was. I limped the car home to then discover a water leak from the internal stopcock. Convincing my home insurance company (using their own policy wording) that I was covered was hard work.
They eventually sent a plumber who sorted it, so I thought I’d celebrate by slashing my own finger on a sharp knife in the washing up bowl. As I’ve just had the damp course done downstairs, everything from there is in storage/upstairs so my dressing consisted of a tea towel and some gaffer tape. By this point, I thought I deserved a glass (bottle) of wine, so over to the corner shop I went.
Things by now were obviously going too well, so I thought I’d liven things up by not putting it in my bag but dropping and smashing it instead. I picked up the bits, did a quick about turn, second bottle bought and across to the Chinese for some MSG heavy stodge. Only to be told it was a minimum of an hour’s wait, so dinner ended up being fish finger butties instead.
Sunday saw me on the train to Harrogate. Just not the one I’d planed on, as 50% of them were cancelled. Three trains in all, with each delayed, plus other cancellations, meant I missed the planned connections, my scheduled 4 hour journey took nearer seven and I’d missed the evening meal by the time I eventually got here.
Then when I was admitted by the nursing staff, my blood pressure was too high so I was banned from exercise until it came down, I had to ring 111 and speak to a doctor at their insistence (it was either that or they were calling me an ambulance…) I spoke to my GP the following morning who said I was ok to stay and exercise, as long as my BP came down and stayed down, which it did late Wednesday. So I’ve crammed in the gym/classes/phsyio and there’s already an improvement.
I’ve got a weekend to chill out and kick my heels in Harrogate, then back into it for a full week next week.
On top of that, the “outside” plate is still uncomfortable, so the consultant is minded to remove it. In the second half of next year… the good news is that it’s one night in hospital, 50% weight bearing immediately for two weeks, 75% for the next two then up to 100% as soon as tolerated. I think it will need to come out, it’s pretty niggly and uncomfortable. The bone is classed as healed as there is regrowth across the entire width, it just needs to fully consolidate.
Anyway, some photos. Hope you all have a great weekend and thanks for the continued good wishes and encouragement, it really does help.
The current domestic chaos…
Slightly less chaotic now
Compression ratios…
The ouchy bit is where the cursor is, as there’s not much padding over it. Even for a fat knacker like me.
Sports kit, just before I did Pilates today. There are some utter tossers here with all matching sports gear/tough mudder finisher/ironman winner tee shirts… they’re just lucky I even possess shorts and trainers (although these were a Facebook bargain, Karhu brand, £130 RRP, new in box for £20)
Cheers guys
It's actually quite cathartic writing it all down here and I'm glad I'm able to provide some light entertainment as well. In all seriousness, I'm doing ok inside my head and I do appreciate the continued piss taking - it reminds me not to take myself too seriously. .There are plenty of other people who've had/are having a much worse time than me.
It's actually quite cathartic writing it all down here and I'm glad I'm able to provide some light entertainment as well. In all seriousness, I'm doing ok inside my head and I do appreciate the continued piss taking - it reminds me not to take myself too seriously. .There are plenty of other people who've had/are having a much worse time than me.
Krikkit said:
Best get yourself a lottery ticket Dibble, you're due to swing back to good luck some time very soon! Hopefully going a bit better this week
Today was Pilates, breakfast, hydrotherapy pool, gym, ball class (balancing on those huge beach ball things), lunch, gym, lower limb class, gym, pool/aquarobics, dinner, relaxation session.Gym work is walking on the treadmill, Watt bike, some upper body stuff to improve core/general overall fitness but mainly leg press/leg extension. Those last two hurt like an absolute b
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