Trufflehound
Re-enfranchised
I went for a routine check-up in the autumn of 2010. Just blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, not much. I got passed with an "excellent shape for my age" (then 48).
Striding home congratulating myself on being such a fine specimen of a man, I managed to do a classic 'banana skin' slip on the only two wet leaves to have fallen from the trees so far that autumn. Landed with my full weight on my elbow, snapping the lower arm bone in two. Had to have an operation to have it nailed back in place. I still have two pins and a coil of wire in my elbow, I get regular 'old shrapnel wound' pains from it, and I've been told not to expect ever to be able to straighten my arm fully again (I still can't, nearly 7 years on).
Doctor didn't warn me about that. They clearly know nothing.
Unrelated odd coincidence: although this happened in the Netherlands, the Dutch surgeon who operated on me was married to a woman from Rustington, where my dad lived for 21 years...
Striding home congratulating myself on being such a fine specimen of a man, I managed to do a classic 'banana skin' slip on the only two wet leaves to have fallen from the trees so far that autumn. Landed with my full weight on my elbow, snapping the lower arm bone in two. Had to have an operation to have it nailed back in place. I still have two pins and a coil of wire in my elbow, I get regular 'old shrapnel wound' pains from it, and I've been told not to expect ever to be able to straighten my arm fully again (I still can't, nearly 7 years on).
Doctor didn't warn me about that. They clearly know nothing.
Unrelated odd coincidence: although this happened in the Netherlands, the Dutch surgeon who operated on me was married to a woman from Rustington, where my dad lived for 21 years...
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