Pugwash's peg-leg

pugwash said:
Thank you so much, it's amazing to find I'm not entirely forgotten.

So hi there my friends.

Subject to unforeseen gremlins I'M GOING HOME MONDAY.
Let's hope progress will be rapid.

Already got an appointment to return on the 7th March for a tentative first fitting of a temporary prosthesis. That won't be coming home with me, it will simply be a test of my balance, between bars.

Progress at last.

It will be some time before I'm issued with a Hurricane,
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That’s good news, home and the fitting.
All the best, from the other side of the water between us.
Regards, Peter
 
Arrr captain, Jim the cabin boy beggin’ yer leave to come abord this ‘ere thread.

I’m in England (just) and I’m in my eighth decade, and I make stuff, just a gettin’ back to a copy of Scottish Maid, that shows off the origin of the Aberdeen bow.

Now, I c’n explain why I’ve not been in touch all direct like, a bit sooner, and it’s because of my natr’l shyness around grown up sea dogs, an not wantin’ to attract much attention before I’ve got ahold of which way the land lies abord ship, as it were. Well, on the Oldtools list, we confine oursel to talk of old tools and how to use them, in public at least, and chats like this are on the back channel, so course, not havin’ bin a introducted like, I’ve bin a bit quiet on this thread, seein’ as I don’t have much to contribute ‘bout doctorin’ and nursin’ and all. Mind, I’ve got a few doctorin’ things a goin on, like us all. So here I am, wishin’ you well.
I’ve got my SoS sea legs and a feel for the chat, so here I am.
If’n it helps, another septuagenarian friend came off his bike about 18 month sin’ and he wuz patched up and back on his feet good after a year or so. He did have both feet left though, so allow yoursel’ an extra year.

Best wishes, keep on splicing, give thanks for the NHS. If it weren’t so clogged with drunks and drug users they’d be able to focus on trauma like yours. The rest of the world ain’t got nothing like it.

Jim
 
Jim Fortnam said:
Arrr captain, Jim the cabin boy beggin’ yer leave to come abord this ‘ere thread.

I’m in England (just) and I’m in my eighth decade, and I make stuff, just a gettin’ back to a copy of Scottish Maid, that shows off the origin of the Aberdeen bow.

Now, I c’n explain why I’ve not been in touch all direct like, a bit sooner, and it’s because of my natr’l shyness around grown up sea dogs, an not wantin’ to attract much attention before I’ve got ahold of which way the land lies abord ship, as it were. Well, on the Oldtools list, we confine oursel to talk of old tools and how to use them, in public at least, and chats like this are on the back channel, so course, not havin’ bin a introducted like, I’ve bin a bit quiet on this thread, seein’ as I don’t have much to contribute ‘bout doctorin’ and nursin’ and all. Mind, I’ve got a few doctorin’ things a goin on, like us all. So here I am, wishin’ you well.
I’ve got my SoS sea legs and a feel for the chat, so here I am.
If’n it helps, another septuagenarian friend came off his bike about 18 month sin’ and he wuz patched up and back on his feet good after a year or so. He did have both feet left though, so allow yoursel’ an extra year.

Best wishes, keep on splicing, give thanks for the NHS. If it weren’t so clogged with drunks and drug users they’d be able to focus on trauma like yours. The rest of the world ain’t got nothing like it.

Jim
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Bobby K. said:
I get to keep my penny lol. I guess it is because I am a few months short of being in the "septuagenarian"club. Lol
Just get well soon my freind.
Bobbyk
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My misery never ends!
After being delivered home from one hospital. I was 'recovered' to another within 8 hrs, laid low with a 'for God's sake, let me die' BUG and there remain, but recovering, first food in 5 days.
Some guys are born to suffer, eh?
 
pugwash said:
My misery never ends!
After being delivered home from one hospital. I was 'recovered' to another within 8 hrs, laid low with a 'for God's sake, let me die' BUG and there remain, but recovering, first food in 5 days.
Some guys are born to suffer, eh?
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Those bugs are the WORST! Gambatte ne!
 
I'm praying for you, PugWash, for your strength and persistance to win out so you can wrest some quality of life from your current circumstances. Keep the faith!

In the meantime, if you want to complete your Monty Python black knight outfit, you do know I'm a medieval armourer, and I can hammer out a nice barrel helm for you if you want...

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Thanks Kurt.

I may have mentioned this previously:
a good friend of mine knows a guy who is also a medieval armourer, contracted to maintain such items for the 'Royal Armories' National Museum in Leeds, UK.
I've visited his workshop several times and been mightily impressed by his work, considering how antediluvian his tools and environment are.
 
Been booked to return home twice recently.
The first time I was afflicted by some serious delhi-belly, result; back to a different hospital.
Tuesday, I was told I'm off home, certified FIT again!
Rapidly deteriorated, spent the night throwing up and being accused of refusing to go home, before barfing all over me the bed and the floor!
The horror on the staffs faces was a picture!
Still here, I am.
Can't take this anymore, if it isn't one thing it's another.
 
This sucks! I'm a person that always feels like I have to DO something. Which makes me crazy, because I can't. I can only feel your frustration with one step forward, two back. and relate to the seemingly endlessly receding horizon of getting well enough to get on with my life, let alone getting the hell out of the hospital. I spent so much time in them in my early childhood that I have hospital PTSD! So, by now I expect you must as well. Even saying I feel your pain is utterly inadequate. I too have been in similar straights, but nothing, really, quite like this. :(
All I can say is I deeply hope and pray (yes, pray, for whatever it may actually be worth) that the next time they tell you are well enough to go home you actually are!Thumbsup

With all my heartfelt best wishes for your well-being, Pete
 
Peter Gutterman said:
This sucks! I'm a person that always feels like I have to DO something. Which makes me crazy, because I can't. I can only feel your frustration with one step forward, two back. and relate to the seemingly endlessly receding horizon of getting well enough to get on with my life, let alone getting the hell out of the hospital. I spent so much time in them in my early childhood that I have hospital PTSD! So, by now I expect you must as well. Even saying I feel your pain is utterly inadequate. I too have been in similar straights, but nothing, really, quite like this. :(
All I can say is I deeply hope and pray (yes, pray, for whatever it may actually be worth) that the next time they tell you are well enough to go home you actually are!Thumbsup

With all my heartfelt best wishes for your well-being, Pete
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Peter, you've been a stalwart supporter since my 'ordeal' began, something I'm aware of and profoundly appreciate.

I occasionally wonder how many read these posts, yet don't add a comment (we all have reasons).

I've found, through the consequences of my accident, the invidious creeping realisation of how much I've lost, such as independence; I've always tried not to depend on others when my own efforts were always adequate for my needs, plus a substantial reserve for the few I could help, mostly by trying to be a friend and lending a hand.

Now my life will forever locked to a wheelchair and restricted mobility and very limited people I myself can call on.
It has been my good fortune to know and love folk older than myself, but now I'm 70, I've become one myself!
My address book is full of my dear friends who have passed and beyond the veil.

Peter, your support gives me strength when I feel vulnerable and weak.
 
I’m not very adept at words of encouragement, but rather prone to putting my foot in it (if you’ll excuse my use of that phrase—case in point), so I’ve not contributed nearly as much as I’ve checked in on your progress. Sorry for that.
 
Namabiiru said:
I’m not very adept at words of encouragement, but rather prone to putting my foot in it (if you’ll excuse my use of that phrase—case in point), so I’ve not contributed nearly as much as I’ve checked in on your progress. Sorry for that.
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Thanks so much for you revealing yourself over the fence.
Even the shortest sentence can provide a wealth of support.
It's an old saying, but still true, 'It's the thought that counts'.
 
Pugwash, like some of the others I have remained in the background but still follow your progress and setbacks. Most of the time I don't know what to say to someone in your condition but just know that I do pray for your healing. I'm not about to abandon our correspondence even though there may be periods of silence on my part. I imagine your faith is being tested beyond reason; I believe God knows the limit which you can stand up to all this, it's just at this moment you don't know what that limit is. So, stay strong, not in your strength but in His strength.
 
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