Tog down but not out. Ouch

most of whom, IIRC, are in any case Batchelors of Medicine not Doctors
of Medicine.

 

Ouch ... GWS

Have you reported it to plod ... just in case mind

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<looks at very, very unshaven face in mirror>
No, but gimme another couple of weeks.

Beards are great until you decide that you want an ice cream.

@TOG: I can't see your original post (server being weird), GWS.


Geo

 

No reason not to get a once over though.

 

Back from A&E in Tunbridge Wells. Told 'em I'd fallen over at home
because (a) it keeps the bike accident stats down and (b) you don't
some Jeremiah saying you shouldn't be allowed to ride those bloody
things anyway.

Bad "Looks like radius and ulna radius. Off to X-ray you go."

Good news, 30 minutes later: "Amazingly, you haven't broken anything.
Lots of Nurofen, ice, sling. You live in Sutton? How did you get
here?"

"Drove."

<fx: long pause> "How?"

"With difficulty."

Yay! I'm indestructible, me.

 

Well I hope it is on the mend now you clumsy oaf, a plaster cast isn't
going to be convenient.. I shall watch out a bit more when filtering
down the right for a while now though.

 

Gently, with the right hand.

Glad to hear it.

 

Phew, GWS TOG. ;-)

 

The Doctor drove hers with *both* legs in plaster...

True, but using your right hand to change gear probably isn't
recommended by ROSPA.

 

The Prophet is waiting patiently for The Doctor to make his move.

(A little Googling turned up this posting from 1999)

(The Doctor)
But the flames lit up the night sky. In his wine cellar, on the other
side of town, Murray slumbered, trousers around his ankles. Brochures
of
CG125s, nearing suspiciously sticky stains, lay scattered on the
floor.
There was a knock on the door. Then another knock. Then a frenzied
hammering. Finally, with a splintering crash, the door fell off its
hinges and Igor, his faithful retainer (held together only by his
nuts),
lurched into the room.
"Marrster! Marrster!" he croaked.
No sound came from the comatose Murray. Igor bent over him, kicked
aside
the empty claret bottles, noticed something yellow in Murray's ears,
and
deftly yanked out the earplugs. He sniffed and ate them.
"Whassat?" Murray regained consciousness and fumbled at his ears.
"Christ, has Kev gone then? Thought I'd never get to sleep. What's the
fuss?"
"Maaarrrster! He's back! The.... the Doctor is back!"

(The Prophet)
Instantly Murray shook off his hangover, stumbled up the cellar steps,
and gazed at the pyre on the far side of town.
"He means it this time." he said to himself. "This calls for a
deadlier
weapon than any I have used before." Even so, he hesitated before
committing himself.
"Igor?"
"Marsterrr?"
"Go to the safe, and bring me....."
"Yes, marrster?"
Murray steeled himself.
"...Bring me my full licence."

 

I guess the issue arises when a medic tells you not to drive, sure the
insurance will most likely cover 3rd parties but there's a whole world
of hassle waiting. I don't and didn't ask when I had broken ribs and
strong pain killers but my GP specifically told me not to drive.

 

We had an OD in overnight, insisted on discharging himself the
following day. He asked the doc if he was ok to drive and, on being
answered in the affirmative, went out into the hospital car park and
broke into a car.

 

I know I shouldn't but that did raise a smile.

 

*respect*

 

Are you referring to me there? But yes, I was able to drive 200+ miles
with it, with just a dull ache not knowing the scaphoid was done in.

 

<VBG> Nice.

 

Actually no - this was my mate Peeb back in the early 80s.

Seems to be common enough, then.

 

I skulked out to race bangers with a broken left ankle in a cut-down
(with a hacksaw) pot, concealed by use of oversized wellies and
borrowed baggy overalls. Got fenced (again) and broke the same ankle
(again). Managed to have the pot cut off (with giant tin snips)
before the ambulance ride and because the race was at a different
track, was taken to a different hospital. It was all going swimmingly
until the same bloody nurse turned up in the plaster room.

Did the same stunt with a collarbone and later, a radius/ulna break,
but didn't break them again. Lost control when being spun out during
the arm-break race and had my ribs done, but avoided hospital - there
being no point at all with cracked ribs. Did not race with cracked
ribs, mind.

That must have been fun.

Nanny State. **** 'em.

 

That's a commonly-held view, but like many such it misses the point by
a long way. The medics in Switzerland take a much more pragmatic view
on it, and point out the real issue by so doing.

Basically, if you're involved in an accident while not 100% able, the
police or 3rd party insureres will be able to use the fact as evidence
that you were at fault, even if you weren't. Whether a doctor's told
you you're unfit to drive or not is not relevant - it's your
responsibility and no-one else's.

Good man. Clearly the _only_ issue here should be whether driving is
likely to slow the healing process or cause more damage. So a doctor
should be happy to say that, leaving it entirely up to the driver to
decide whether they're _safe_ to drive.

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Ah OK. I basically did the same thing in, um, '98 I think.

Evidently so. We can't all throw ourselves at telegraph poles, just to be
different.