After such a long hiatus from blogging, and despite not completing my previous post, I thought I'd interject my current state of affairs as a pre-emptive excuse for any future tardiness.
If I were to apologise for the graphic nature of the following pictures, I would be both hypocritical and inaccurate. Truth be told, they're actually not that graphic. I had intended them to be, but since I'm on anti-coagulant drugs for my blood, I thought that removing the gauze from the surgical incisions might lead to even more unhappiness. The top picture is my right ankle seen from a behind-right (outside) angle. the sock for my airboot cast is rolled down to the level of the heel, and the particularly dark patches indicate where a couple of the bolts have been drilled into the bone. The lower photo is taken from the opposite side, and it's really a mess. I suspect a couple of staples have probably torn in there, but again, I'm not going to go rifling around in there to make sure.
So what caused this disintegration of an ankle into so much bloody hamburger? Something stupid, to be honest. On a late-night grocery run to get some eggs and other ingredients such that I could make devilled eggs for the next morning's brunch, and wearing my brand new shoes, I decided to take a short cut which would have optimistically have shaved thirty seconds off my travel time. that short cut leads down a steep dirt slope down the side of Bellamy Hill. As I side-stepped down the slope, my new right shoe caught on a twig or something, my foot slid in the shoe, then caught, and the whole shebang flopped over, planting my tibia into the ground and making the right side of my foot slap into my calf.
So one plate, five bolts and a couple of dozen staples later, we have the unappetising mess seen above. So that's the news update. When I return: the story of Istanbul, and what happened to little Max, whose very life hung in the balance...
Cheerio,
-mARKUS
^+Justice for the 96+^
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