Lady Nina

http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/brokenbones/g/imrod.htm

Whatever you think, modern surgery is medieval at the end of the day.

 

This 'up on crutches' bit, is that a euphemism?

 

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Ha, I severed my femoral artery using the wing of a rusty Renault when
I was 18 and I lived to tell the tale. I suppose I was lucky really
because my bike careered off up the road and smashed through the dwarf
wall of someones garden and he just happened to be a trained first
aider who'd nicked loads of supplies from where he worked. The bloke
did an outstanding job by throwing loads of wadding into the massive
hole in my left leg then putting a duvet over me to keep me warm and
making me take fluids until the ambulance arrived.

The high point of the whole episode was knowing that plod shut the
road in both directions and all the locals (1) thought I was dead
until I returned to terrorise (2) them again.

(1) About 50 yards from my parents house.
(2) Apparently my antics on motorbikes upset them sometimes.

 

I tend to blame that one incident for my whole don't give a ****
attitude.

 

<thinks>
I've an awful memory but there must be *something*!

 

Bear wrote:

<big snip>

Mine have been in since 1981 and they are not ever fucking coming out.
I hear the removal is more painful than the break after this amount of
time.

 

uh huh.

My figleaf of rationalisation is that I don't race any more.

Not sure how to classify track days, mind.

 

If you like.

 

Down the middle. Outside the bone is full of muscles, tendons, etc.

 

but you know you want it Sir

 

Pa lost his leg due to an angry Hun with a machine-gun, and one of the
two bullets that hit his thigh severed the femoral artery.

And the two severed ends of the artery just nipped up, and closed the
wound.

It took 24 hours to get him to a casualty clearing station (which
couldn't have been a fun wait) and when they started operating on the
wounds, the artery opened up and sprayed blood everywhere, but as he was
in good hands, he lived.

Nobody could ever explain just how the artery behaved as it did.

 

The ones I perform on my CBR600.

 

<layes down challenge>

You and me, a race circuit, intermediate group. See who's fastest
there?

 

Nah, just an unknown lurker. A wannabe, who had a bike a long time
ago. I promised myself another one, when I'd paid off my mortgage and
when my son was old enough to maybe ride. Ha!

Aha, ouch and commiserations! I had my right shin sewed up after a
skiing crash in Austria, in the '70's. I fainted! Not up to your
standards.

I only have a scar. Seriously, get well soon.

--
His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI
Bishop of Rome
Vicar of Jesus Christ
Successor of the Prince of the Apostles
Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church
Primate of Italy
Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman province
Sovereign of the State of the Vatican City
Servant of the Servants of God

 

You'll just be taking it easy, won't you? Tootling round at your own
pace, minding your own business, not a care in the world... look at the
line that idiot's taking, thinks he's bloody Rossi or something, well,
I'll show him, I'll just outbrake him into this corner and stuff it up
th&&&&&&NO CARRIER

 

Kewl. A handy concealed anti-scrote cutlass.

GWS, clumsy sod.

 

I imagine it'll depend on whether there's anyone in front of you.

 

Hi Pa was injured in WWII - surely he'd already spawned TOG long
before that.

 

Am I being thick? They put the big rod thing in through the broken bone
but how do they get it out? Depending on the leg bone in question it's
got a knee on one end and a foot or a hip on the other - which direction
does the rod come out in?

No bloody wonder it hurts.

 

Did he say which war it was?