Pugwash's peg-leg

pugwash said:
S'funny how quickly your life can change.

Last Saturday (30th) I had the misfortune to hit a lorry head on with my motorcycle and somehow survived the collision.
Afterwards I found a leg missing, mid thigh.

The most interesting thing was I met my 'Guardian Angel' briefly at the moment of impact and told me 'not to worry, everything would be ok'.

To my surprise it's true, I'm already making remarkably long strides, with one leg, towards a good recovery.

Hopefully, time will be kind ....... I'll let you all know as time rolls by.
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Wow that must have been horrific waking up and finding your minus one leg after an accident. I wish you a speedy recovery and I'm sure in time you'll be running around with a prosthetic replacement.
 
mick said:
Wow that must have been horrific waking up and finding your minus one leg after an accident. I wish you a speedy recovery and I'm sure in time you'll be running around with a prosthetic replacement.
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Hi Mick.
Though I have no recollection of the collision, I was aware of a bang, then being a heap on the road, when I tried to get up, couldn't, so looked down for the briefest glympse of what remained of my leg, to realise what a 'life-changing injury' means..
To spare those of a delicate disposition further distress, I remained constantly lucid, as I was air ambulanced to LEEDS (LGI), to be met by a surgeon, giving the choice of life or death.....a no brainer.
Only then was I gassed into oblivion, to wake already aware the leg was gone. No surprises then.

Today I was told for the first time to expect a prosthetic limb.
 
Today's update....

Amazing the difference between 2 hospitals.

The first saved my life and stabalised my existential issues and encouraged my recovery in every way and I WAS FULL OF ENTHUSIASM.

Last Saturday I was transferred to a hospital nearer to home, which has turned out to be a massive downgrade on every level.
In fact, it is palpably sucking the life out of me.

The ethos here seems to be to preserve the well concearnbeing of the staff, NOT the patients.
Of course the culture here has to pay lip service to its 'care' duties.

After several days here it was deemed I should be isolated in a small room, eventually to be told the reason was to screen me in case I was introducing some kind of infection from the first hospital.
Yet I was on an open ward for several days, apparently without concern.

Depressing myself now!!!

Watch this space.
 
pugwash said:
Today's update....

Amazing the difference between 2 hospitals.

The first saved my life and stabalised my existential issues and encouraged my recovery in every way and I WAS FULL OF ENTHUSIASM.

Last Saturday I was transferred to a hospital nearer to home, which has turned out to be a massive downgrade on every level.
In fact, it is palpably sucking the life out of me.

The ethos here seems to be to preserve the well concearnbeing of the staff, NOT the patients.
Of course the culture here has to pay lip service to its 'care' duties.

After several days here it was deemed I should be isolated in a small room, eventually to be told the reason was to screen me in case I was introducing some kind of infection from the first hospital.
Yet I was on an open ward for several days, apparently without concern.

Depressing myself now!!!

Watch this space.
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The first step in avoiding a trap is knowing of its existance.
The same goes for safeguarding your mental health and fitness from bad environments. If you were better off at the other hospital it would be best for healing if you returned, if you can. Your mental outlook, given your current condition, will shape every decision you make from this point forward, and affect your quality of life in so many ways. Try to place yourself in the best possible environment while recovering, so that tackling the issues which are sure to come will be less of a burden.

Best wishes as always,

Kurt
 
pugwash said:
Today's update....

Amazing the difference between 2 hospitals.

The first saved my life and stabalised my existential issues and encouraged my recovery in every way and I WAS FULL OF ENTHUSIASM.

Last Saturday I was transferred to a hospital nearer to home, which has turned out to be a massive downgrade on every level.
In fact, it is palpably sucking the life out of me.

The ethos here seems to be to preserve the well concearnbeing of the staff, NOT the patients.
Of course the culture here has to pay lip service to its 'care' duties.

After several days here it was deemed I should be isolated in a small room, eventually to be told the reason was to screen me in case I was introducing some kind of infection from the first hospital.
Yet I was on an open ward for several days, apparently without concern.

Depressing myself now!!!

Watch this space.
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Hopefully you may leave your room asap so you can make a ride, get some coffee, fresh air and sunshine.
Regards, Peter
 
Thanks for all your reply's, shipmates.

Today has been a more positive one, chatting with the Doctor in charge of me here, also an aneathasist and a bunch of physio's, plus a friends surprise visit; raising my spirits way above the rocky bottom I washed up on yesterday,

Once my extremely swollen stump goes down, I'll have a cup fitted ready for my very own 'wooden leg'.
Physio's are impressed with me, saying I'm weeks ahead of the average punter in my position.
SOOPA-MAN, LOL.

There's a re-hab unit here, ironically called the 'Acorn' center here which I'll qualify for soon.

My phantom leg is waving good by, for now,
 
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