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cryx posted this morning.
I went into Wimbledon on the tram at lunchtime, to move some money around from my bank to my sister's bank (for reasons of phone banking incompetence, I had to actually withdraw a stupid amount of cash and wander up the road with it to physically pay it in to her bank account). I was in a bit of a hurry, so I'd jogged to catch the tram, and I'd been walking fast from station to bank, from bank to bank, and from bank back to station. My leg was really aching, and I was feeling quite stroppy and hard done by.
As I was approaching the station, I saw a Big Issue vendor, sitting in her wheelchair. I always buy it, so I stopped to grab a copy and chatted to her briefly. Already feeling slightly silly about my internal whinging about my aching leg, with her sat there with no legs at all - they were both missing from mid-thigh down.
She spotted my MAG 'life member' badge on my leather jacket and started talking to me about motorbikes. She used to ride herself, until some idiot pulled out in front of her and both her legs got broken. Not as badly as mine were mind you... but that didn't really matter for very long, because while she was in hospital being treated, she caught MRSA (the 'super bug')... and the infections became so severe that they had to remove both of her legs.
Those who visited me in hospital, or read my post here about the whole affair, may remember that I had open incisions for 8 days of my stay, due to complications with my initial surgery. They told me at the time that they were very concerned about infection, and they had me on IV antibiotics to try and prevent it. Of course, what makes MRSA a problem is that it is resistant to those antibiotics - that's what the MR stands for.
So yeah... my leg still aches, and it still doesn't move the way it should. I had to take a few painkillers while I was at the party this weekend, between the cool air, standing up for most of the night, and of course moving around a lot while performing... but somehow, I don't feel that much like complaining about it any more. Even the medical report I got last week, which said that the damage is permanent, seemed a lot less upsetting than I'd thought that verdict might be - and I suspect that this chance encounter is the reason why.
cryx posted this morning.I went into Wimbledon on the tram at lunchtime, to move some money around from my bank to my sister's bank (for reasons of phone banking incompetence, I had to actually withdraw a stupid amount of cash and wander up the road with it to physically pay it in to her bank account). I was in a bit of a hurry, so I'd jogged to catch the tram, and I'd been walking fast from station to bank, from bank to bank, and from bank back to station. My leg was really aching, and I was feeling quite stroppy and hard done by.
As I was approaching the station, I saw a Big Issue vendor, sitting in her wheelchair. I always buy it, so I stopped to grab a copy and chatted to her briefly. Already feeling slightly silly about my internal whinging about my aching leg, with her sat there with no legs at all - they were both missing from mid-thigh down.
She spotted my MAG 'life member' badge on my leather jacket and started talking to me about motorbikes. She used to ride herself, until some idiot pulled out in front of her and both her legs got broken. Not as badly as mine were mind you... but that didn't really matter for very long, because while she was in hospital being treated, she caught MRSA (the 'super bug')... and the infections became so severe that they had to remove both of her legs.
Those who visited me in hospital, or read my post here about the whole affair, may remember that I had open incisions for 8 days of my stay, due to complications with my initial surgery. They told me at the time that they were very concerned about infection, and they had me on IV antibiotics to try and prevent it. Of course, what makes MRSA a problem is that it is resistant to those antibiotics - that's what the MR stands for.
So yeah... my leg still aches, and it still doesn't move the way it should. I had to take a few painkillers while I was at the party this weekend, between the cool air, standing up for most of the night, and of course moving around a lot while performing... but somehow, I don't feel that much like complaining about it any more. Even the medical report I got last week, which said that the damage is permanent, seemed a lot less upsetting than I'd thought that verdict might be - and I suspect that this chance encounter is the reason why.
