Freddie's Hardcore Body Mod

Started physio properly yesterday. ( Continued... )

I dislike plaster casts. ( Continued... )

It happened again. ( Continued... )

On Thursday, it became apparent that one of my pin sites had got itself infected. ( Continued... )

Progress is such a funny word. ( Continued... )

I came home yesterday afternoon. I am quite tired and have been having slight pain relief fail today but am managing it alright. I am due back for a strut change and x-ray later this month so that's ok. Mr Calder decided not to do a bone graft after all, so he just moved the foot to be in the right place and cleaned it all out ready for doing another twenty days of strut turning to push the bones together and encourage the fusion. He said it will be painful and I don't doubt that, having to make the bones crunch into each other is going to be really fun.

Nearly bedtime I think. I've been sleeping quite well really, all things considered.

Wednesday was clinic day! ( Read on... )

I've been thinking recently about trying to describe pain. ( Continued... )

I filled in the pain diary the hospital gave me to do yesterday but maybe I should have put more than a seven out of ten. It's been a bit rubbish today, nerves trying to come out (yes, still) which is a really odd burning needle sensation, not something I'd recommend. It's days like this that make me wish the hospital could've done the cut a bit better, maybe something that would have enabled me to be able to feel the skin around it by now.

However, something I haven't really ever done is actually keep a pain diary, a proper one where I note down the sort of pain it is and how often I get it. I know I should and stuff, but, well... I keep forgetting. New-years-is-there-something-different resolution, perhaps.