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So, it's only eleven o'clock in the morning and things are already happening. How amazing is the life of me, etc.

Last week Pedar decided that was it, he was taking me into orthopaedics. Now, he has a friend who is a consultant orthopaedic surgeon (as you do) and accordingly, I went to the district general hospital with him this morning. Mr Nadkarni wasn't very touchy-feely as a person, but he prodded my foot from all angles and made interested noises every time I jumped. Eventually, he referred me to X-ray.

Accordingly, off I went. The hospital is very familiar to me, but they've never X-rayed me before. I don't know if I'm the only one, but I always find X-rays a faintly disturbing concept. You go in the room and allow them to pass dangerous short-wave radiation through your injured body parts while the only other person in the room is wearing a lead apron. Pedar, who had disappeared from his clinic to help me out, found all of this very amusing. He has made less than polite comments about orthopaedics in general before now. Moving on, there were no major incidents. They had me balancing on block-type things and trying to balance the plate between my feet. It was all very weird.

When they'd finished, I took the plates back down to orthopaedics. Pedar had arrived from somewhere in the meantime, and I settled down to hear the verdict. The first thing he said - no surgery. This scared me, as I never even considered that possibility, but it ain't going to happen. That's good. In the less good news, this is not something that's going to go away. It's just a symptom of what is going to be a life-long condition. I have fallen arches and fibrous bars of tissue between the bones, which I did know; they're difficult to treat, and may in fact be the explanation for a lot of my more weird habits. Contrary to popular belief, I do not enjoy falling over all the time. It's not something I can help - my ankles make my feet roll inwards and I lose my balance.

Bottom line is, the condition is not very serious but it's not really treatable. Apparently they're putting me into physiotherapy fairly soon.

Today ought to be now given over to revision. How do you revise for English? I have no idea.

on 2004-05-21 05:26 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] apestaartje.livejournal.com
Want to know how I used to revise for English? No? I'll tell you anyway. :) First, take the two books (text and excercise) and stare at them for about two minutes. Then open both at any random page and stare at that for another two minutes. Et voilà, revision finished. And I always got around 90% doing it that way.

on 2004-05-23 04:16 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
The difference being that you are actually good at English!

on 2004-05-24 11:03 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] apestaartje.livejournal.com
lol, I might be good but you should be better at it.

Exams are evil and should be banned :)

I like your new layout!

on 2004-05-21 09:28 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] hathy-col.livejournal.com
Today ought to be now given over to revision. How do you revise for English? I have no idea.

Open folder.

Make notes of frameworks, studiously ignoring that this has been the pattern of every English lesson for the last two weeks.

Write down witty slogans to remember research.

Realise that you can't remember any of this.

Buggar off and make hot drink of choice.

Sigh.

Close folder, dig out politics, and do something useful for a change.

on 2004-05-23 04:16 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
*sighs* This sounds like my life. Have just given up on the anthology. When's your English? Same time as mine?

on 2004-05-24 07:30 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] hathy-col.livejournal.com
Tuesday afternoon. Alas.

That's tomorrow...

on 2004-05-21 09:06 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] tygermoonfoxx.livejournal.com
Ouch....it used to be that the fallen arches were treated with either special shoes (which were ugly as hell) or inserts. I don't know what they do for them now. My little sister spent the better part of her childhood in sheer misery because of that. She still falls fairly often.

I'm prone to hairline fractures along the long bones that connect the big toe to the ankles because I"m so heavy so I know that sort of thing hurts. Hopefully the physiotherapy will help.

No, you're not the only one who thinks about that. I detest x-rays.

on 2004-05-23 04:18 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] loneraven.livejournal.com
I had the inserts, but I never used them because I fell over with them as often as I did without them, so they didn't seen worth it in the end. It occurred to me that I can't imagine life without this, so it's really not that big a deal. They stick me in physiotherapy next week. Hopefully it will help.

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