Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
Sometimes someone will find the answer to a mystery and everyone learns that answer but then later, someone else finds a different answer. Then there will be two factions fighting over the answers because some will be financially and emotionally invested in the old answer and others will be similarly invested in the new answer. Mysteries are tricky things but it's the answers that cause all the trouble.
"Great Auk!" Sounds like some colorful expression of disgust from a turn-of-the-century teenager complaining about not being allowed to listen to the current and scandalous songs of the gay nineties. "He's the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo"
Yesterday I had a look at the X-rays of my operation on the hip. I was expecting something like the surgeon’s description of the procedure - “You were lucky. Although it was fractured, the pieces didn’t move and it was just a matter of holding them together with a plate and a screw.” That sounded to me like a very minor thing indeed and the tiny wound resulting from their access point seemed to confirm it.
So I was amazed at the size of the thing holding everything together. It was like a very sturdy chunk of metal in the shape of an L, one end drilled into the ball joint with a huge screw, the other connected by two smaller screws to the femur. How they managed to get that lot through the tiny access wound I can’t imagine. But the fact is, they did.
And everything has healed up satisfactorily and the contraption works very well. They do indeed work wonders these days.
All of which is to proclaim the realisation that came to me: I can never have another MRI with that thing inside me! Might as well look on the bright side.
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