securespark
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Went on an overnight trip to Lancashire to help parents in law empty their static.
Got home fully loaded on Friday, but realised we needed some juice to get home from Warrington.
So we went to BP in Birchwood. The forecourt was painted with very smooth paint and it had been raining.
As I took the lead and went to plug in, I slipped onto my back, landing with my head on a kerb. Luckily, there wasn't a significant impact with the kerb, else it could be game over, but I heard a horrendous snapping noise as I slipped and felt an almost instant searing pain.
My left ankle was completely floppy and I could not move my foot at all.
Mrs S rang an ambo, but we were given an ETA of 5 hours. I was on cold wet concrete and didn't fancy the wait. On the other hand, I didn't fancy the prospect of what I knew would be incredible pain being moved without painkillers.
A very kind gent helped Mrs S drag, push and pull me into the back seat of the car so that I half sat and half lay there.
It took about half an hour and I was screaming like a little girl for much of it.
But eventually, I was in as best I could be and Mrs S set off for Warrington General.
His Lordship, for that is what we call the car as it is always bossing us about, bleated incessantly, telling us variously that one, two or three passengers in the back didn't have their belts on.
It was just over 5 miles to the hospital and every bump was agony. I made sure I told His Lordship what I thought of him....
Mrs S parked in the empty ambo bay and I managed to get into a wheelchair and into a room for triage. After taking some details and giving me a dose of Oramorph, I waited in the A&E waiting room for X-ray.
More agony and yelling ensued while they positioned my foot on a plate for the X-rays.
Then after a brief wait, I was told I had a choice of three ankle bones to break, and I'd managed to snap them all cleanly. More hilarity ensued as I was sedated with a vape type piece of kit and my foot twisted, pulled and pushed to get the bone pieces back together. I was yelling good and proper, but I don't remember a thing. After my leg was set in a cast, they left me to come down from my high. During this time, I was telling Mrs S all sorts of odd facts and a lot of fiction. She asked if I knew who she was and I said I didn't. She asked me for her name and all I could stammer was Puh...Puh...P....P....Puh....
I told her I was divorced and didn't have kids (which was true before I married her) and all about decimalisation in 1971 and Playschool in 1972 with Floella Benjamin and Derek Griffiths and Brian Cant and Johnny Ball. Then I asked her why all the presenters were named after body parts!
Then I told her that Jacques Chirac like poetry and quoted a line from his favourite piece...
"I wandered lonely as a croissant...."
Apparently by this time she was laughing like a drain!
It took me ages to return to my normal self.
Then I was assessed for crutches. I have a weak leg due to CP and I had broken the good one, so he wasn't happy as I was very wobbly on the unbroken leg. I had to stay in and I saw the Physio the next morning WRT using a walking frame.
They was no good as the unbroken leg would not support my weight to get up off the bed to a standing position. So here I lie, waiting for them to decide what to do with me.
It doesn't help that I had the temerity to break my leg in Warrington when I live in Stockport. There's all sorts of issues swapping my care to another Trust.
Resetting my bones and putting my leg in a cast is not sufficient to fix the problem... I need further surgery to screw and plate the bones.
And because I can't walk, they have to decide where to place me between now and surgery.
I broke my right leg with a spiral fracture of the tib needing an X-fix on 14th November 2014.
It was an odd way to celebrate the 10th anniversary of that by breaking my left ankle.....
Got home fully loaded on Friday, but realised we needed some juice to get home from Warrington.
So we went to BP in Birchwood. The forecourt was painted with very smooth paint and it had been raining.
As I took the lead and went to plug in, I slipped onto my back, landing with my head on a kerb. Luckily, there wasn't a significant impact with the kerb, else it could be game over, but I heard a horrendous snapping noise as I slipped and felt an almost instant searing pain.
My left ankle was completely floppy and I could not move my foot at all.
Mrs S rang an ambo, but we were given an ETA of 5 hours. I was on cold wet concrete and didn't fancy the wait. On the other hand, I didn't fancy the prospect of what I knew would be incredible pain being moved without painkillers.
A very kind gent helped Mrs S drag, push and pull me into the back seat of the car so that I half sat and half lay there.
It took about half an hour and I was screaming like a little girl for much of it.
But eventually, I was in as best I could be and Mrs S set off for Warrington General.
His Lordship, for that is what we call the car as it is always bossing us about, bleated incessantly, telling us variously that one, two or three passengers in the back didn't have their belts on.
It was just over 5 miles to the hospital and every bump was agony. I made sure I told His Lordship what I thought of him....
Mrs S parked in the empty ambo bay and I managed to get into a wheelchair and into a room for triage. After taking some details and giving me a dose of Oramorph, I waited in the A&E waiting room for X-ray.
More agony and yelling ensued while they positioned my foot on a plate for the X-rays.
Then after a brief wait, I was told I had a choice of three ankle bones to break, and I'd managed to snap them all cleanly. More hilarity ensued as I was sedated with a vape type piece of kit and my foot twisted, pulled and pushed to get the bone pieces back together. I was yelling good and proper, but I don't remember a thing. After my leg was set in a cast, they left me to come down from my high. During this time, I was telling Mrs S all sorts of odd facts and a lot of fiction. She asked if I knew who she was and I said I didn't. She asked me for her name and all I could stammer was Puh...Puh...P....P....Puh....
I told her I was divorced and didn't have kids (which was true before I married her) and all about decimalisation in 1971 and Playschool in 1972 with Floella Benjamin and Derek Griffiths and Brian Cant and Johnny Ball. Then I asked her why all the presenters were named after body parts!
Then I told her that Jacques Chirac like poetry and quoted a line from his favourite piece...
"I wandered lonely as a croissant...."
Apparently by this time she was laughing like a drain!
It took me ages to return to my normal self.
Then I was assessed for crutches. I have a weak leg due to CP and I had broken the good one, so he wasn't happy as I was very wobbly on the unbroken leg. I had to stay in and I saw the Physio the next morning WRT using a walking frame.
They was no good as the unbroken leg would not support my weight to get up off the bed to a standing position. So here I lie, waiting for them to decide what to do with me.
It doesn't help that I had the temerity to break my leg in Warrington when I live in Stockport. There's all sorts of issues swapping my care to another Trust.
Resetting my bones and putting my leg in a cast is not sufficient to fix the problem... I need further surgery to screw and plate the bones.
And because I can't walk, they have to decide where to place me between now and surgery.
I broke my right leg with a spiral fracture of the tib needing an X-fix on 14th November 2014.
It was an odd way to celebrate the 10th anniversary of that by breaking my left ankle.....
