Those who have been sufficiently bored to read these pages on a regular basis will be aware that I nearly managed to self destruct last year by rolling my car across a highway.
A broken back was the result and I have spent the last eleven weeks (actually 10 weeks, 5 days, 8 hours) wearing a brace which was designed to stop my spine collapsing into a puddle of bits. This was obviously a necessary evil, but it was evil. Looking something like the basis of a medieval torture device, it was hell to sleep on, uncomfortable to wear during the day, highly restrictive in terms of body movement; and I looked like a dick.
Every few weeks I went to hospital and they X-rayed my spine, noted that the vertebrae had compressed a little more because it had yet to heal fully, and sent me away.
Today the doctor decided that I was sufficiently healed to make the brace no longer necessary. I donated the brace to a bewildered passing nurse. I giggled inanely while waiting to pay the bill, I stretched my body for the first time in three months; damn I feel good!
Now there is the small matter of rebuilding the six kilos of muscle that have disappeared; and then getting back on a windsurfing board. This will mean a programme of stretching, swimming, weights and large quantities of pizza. Mmmmm, pizza.
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2009-01-08| todd sayscongrats :)
2009-01-08| Spike saysThanks!