denny: (Ouch!)
So this is fascinating, in a horrific sort of way. Please DO NOT CLICK THROUGH if you are not up for seeing something very gory!

I was reading an article and it included a link to an image of fasciotomy surgery taking place. This is the surgery that was performed on my right calf, leaving me with a large scar from ankle to knee on the inner side of the calf, and an even larger skin graft between ankle and knee on the outer side of the calf.

It had never occurred to me to look for such an image before. Having seen it now... um. Wow. It's no wonder my leg is all kinds of fucked up. This is only one of the several traumatic things that happened to it all in the space of a week!

Seriously, last warning, very very blood-and-gore sort of image, internals of the human body on display, don't click through if you're going to regret it afterwards: Never has the 'cut' tag been so appropriate )
denny: (Toon)
I know, I know, I said I wasn't going to be on here, but I thought you might like to see today's post:

image )

*wanders off again*
denny: (Happy) amused me.

Life is going pretty damn well at the minute. In no particular order, lately I have:

* Flown (or indoor skydived, whichever name you prefer - I intend to go back a LOT once I get my settlement money).
* Fallen in love (rather suddenly and unexpectedly, and all the sweeter for it).
* Had a strangely affirming sort-of reprimand at work ("I need you to stop being apathetic; you're second in command of the whole company and I need your help." "Ah. Right.").
* Had lots of fantastic kinky sex. My girlfriend is made of win and yum.
* Had my annual check-up at the GUM clinic, all tests clear. Always nice.
* Failed to find a flat, despite looking at dozens of them. I'm not in a hurry particularly, but it would be nice to have somewhere of my own. Preferably somewhere of a reasonable size - I want to host some after-parties.
* Spent lots of time with my friends. They are lovely, lovely people, and I want to spend even more lots of time with them. Damn this working for a living nonsense, it interferes badly with what could otherwise be really monumentally spectacular social lives.
* Done quite a bit of spinning, mostly staff. Notably, four hours at Trance on the Thames - a free outdoor dance party on the Thames Beach (only appears at low tide, under Festival Pier on the south bank) - which was loads of fun.

Coming up there are more exciting things... at the end of this week, Helen and Kristen will be doing a live painting event at Planet Angel, which is cool. At the end of this month, they will be having their first exhibition, at The Foundry, which is even cooler. You should all come, to both but particularly to the exhibition - preferably to the opening night, on the 22nd :) [details]

I also have a certain amount of stress sources. Work is difficult to get a handle on at present, hence the previously referenced apathy. The new love, while sweet and wonderful, has not been the simplest of emotional entanglements, and continues to be tricky in places. My leg regularly hurts much more than usual for no apparant reason, and the promised settlement money hasn't even begun the process of turning up - the other side's insurance company are clearly going to wait until they're legally 100% obliged and compelled to hand over the cash (and quite possibly threatened with bailiffs) before they actually do so. Bastards.

Still, the good things (especially that new love, and my glorious girlfriend and friends) are outweighing the bad by a margin I couldn't begin to estimate. It's good being me.

Which is nice.
denny: (King of all Londinium)
Dear Denny
The opponent's Solicitors have now come back with a gross offer of £115,000.00 in full and final settlement of your claim.


Roughly translated:


I've sent my instructions to accept the offer.
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Fuck me)
The other side have come back with an offer of £110,000. My solicitor is asking for my opinion, but she's suggesting we could counter-offer at £120k with an eye to eventually settling at £115k.

I'm starting to get quite a strong feeling of "quit while you're ahead", but she still seems very confident.

I've decided to ask her to make the £115k offer ourselves, instead of trying to haggle them into making it. I hate haggling, always have. If they're mentally aiming towards £115k then hopefully they'll accept the offer from us rather than trying to worm their way down, and if they aren't willing to go any higher (or they were, but decide to worm in the face of my apparent weakness) then fucking hell, £110,000 is a lot of money - another 5k on top of it is pretty much garnish at this point.

Exciting afternoon. I think I need a drink. o_O
denny: (Ouch!)
Dear Mr de la Haye

Re: ACCIDENT ON  : 17 JUNE 2003 

Further to my telephone messages today the other party's solicitors have 
made an offer in full and final settlement of your claim.  The total offer 
is a gross sum of £100,000.00 on a full liability basis.

My solicitor has recommended that I counter-offer to settle at a higher amount, so there's probably still a week or so of negotiations to go, but... the end is in sight! About bloody time. And they've accepted full liability, which was always the sticking point for me.
denny: (Ouch!)
Got an email from my solicitor yesterday; the other party has offered to settle at 90/10 liability (that's 90% his fault, 10% mine). She recommended that I rejected the offer, which is good because I don't intend to accept any split-liability settlement. Still, interesting that their offer has gone from 40/60 or whatever it was a few months ago, to 90/10 a few weeks before the trial.

Just to keep track, that means they've now offered me the following settlements on liability at various points over the last four years: 60/40, 75/25, 75/25, 80/20, 40/60, 90/10.

I wonder how long the argument about 'how much?' is going to take once the one about the liability is finished.
denny: (Ouch!)
Just got email from my solicitor with court dates. Pre-trial review (estimated 30 minutes duration) on the morning of 20 June 2007. Trial (estimated 1 day duration) on 11 July 2007.

It's entirely possible that I'll lose the court date to another case - apparently they double book the courtroom on the grounds that a lot of cases settle at the last minute, and I'm the second choice for this day. If the first choice case goes ahead (which seems likely, it's probably a second choice case from another day) then they send me a new date and I'll be first choice for that day. Not sure what timeframe that is in, I'm now quite worried about it ending up with me going into court on one of the days that I want to be at Glade. :-\

It's still possible that my case will settle out of court at the last minute, but the other side seem quite intent on it all being my fault so far, so I'm guessing it's going to go ahead.

I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing right now. Nervous that the judge won't see the truth of what happened, I suppose. I'm not too worried about the legal wranglings over how much money I should get, but I'm going to be really really upset if the judge doesn't find the other guy 100% liable.
denny: (Biker)
Just got a letter from my lawyer with a load of stuff that the other party intends to use as evidence (declared documents, or something). Amongst other things this includes the other guy's statement (laughable, I only hope he's as unbelievable in court as he is on paper), and the witness statement ("I didn't see the crash, but the car was heavily damaged and so I suggest the bike was going very fast". Yes mate, 30mph is very fucking fast to hit an essentially immovable object - I certainly wouldn't want to repeat the experience).

It also includes my blog from Advogato, a site I haven't been on since 2005 - I assume they're planning to use some stuff I wrote there about getting a written warning at work (pre-accident job) against the 'loss of earnings' part of my claim, but we'll see. Finally, they've included my CV, and a copy of a random e-petition that I signed on the PM's website. I can't see the relevance of the former, but this is dwarfed by the lack of relevance of the latter. I strongly suspect they just googled my name and printed off everything that didn't have the word 'perl' on the page :)

Anyway, have emailed my lawyer with my thoughts on the pile of stuff. Not much to be done about any of it at this stage, I'm pretty sure it's going to end up in court and then I just hope that I can keep my shit together and sound coherent while the other guy will hopefully sound at least as much like he's making up random nonsense as he does in his written statements:

"I blame the motorcyclist as the bike was travelling too fast and could not stop in time to pass me."

So I should have stopped and passed him? Right then. At least I'll know for next time, eh?
denny: (King of all Londinium)
To the gym again this evening. It was kind of easy really. Didn't try to overdo anything, as I pushed myself a bit hard on Saturday and was worried about the backlash (which was less than I was expecting, but still, no point in being silly twice in one week). Zoomed through my whole programme up to the last couple of things, where I got a bit derailed by something unexpected - not a physical slump, but an emotional one. The reason? A couple on the exercise mats to the right of where I was using the shoulder press machine, discussing my leg rather audibly:

Her: "Eww, that's horrible!"
Him: "Eh? Oh! Yeah, bit stomach-turning."

Thanks very much for that. You only 'had' to look at it for a few minutes, I have to live with it every day. Bastards.

I was actually surprised by how much that upset me. Made getting the last couple of sets done a bit hard going, but I soldiered through them and then drove home with a certain amount of um, flair. Shiny car with loud stereo make everything better :)

Things I will be posting periodic reminders about:
Twitter - let all your friends know what you're up to via SMS.
Circus on the Circus - a circus skills event near my flat.

I've invited my kid brother to come down and stay on the weekend of the latter. He lives in Norfolk, is 18 this year (omg! I am teh old!!) and is better at every circus toy we have in common, plus he can do a few more too. Flash git. :)
denny: (Lounging around) - some wise words on the subject of size/weight.

I've been thinking about this subject quite a bit lately, because unlike Marcus, my weight and shape have changed dramatically over the last three years. The initial immobility and then reduced mobility from the accident started the process, and changing my diet at the start of this year has accelerated it considerably.

Also unlike Marcus, I'm not entirely happy about my current shape - I imagine that's a function of change. A stable body is clearly one that's happy where it is and messing with it seems foolish... a body that's shifting around seems a bit more arbitrary, especially if it's been pretty much the same size and weight for the ten years preceding the changes. I've put on around 2 stone* in the last couple of years, and I've lost a lot of muscle tone. The latter I'm slowly rebuilding by going to the gym (hence the change in diet this year, to fuel this rebuilding), but the muscle seems to be rebuilding under the layer of flabbiness that the immobility engendered. From reading around, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to shift the flab with the amount of effort that I'm willing to put in to my exercise/diet/etc, and that does bother me - I'm used to being scrawny but toned. However, I'm aware that I'm probably healthier at the new weight, flabby or not, so I try not to let it bug me too much.

Anyway, I've lost my thread, but I think that was most of what I started out wanting to say. Um, discuss amongst yourselves :)

Ah yes, Kaz has reminded me of another train of thought that was tied in with this one, which is the way people (particularly online, but also in real life) will hasten to point out that your body (or art/work/dancing/whatever) is 'fine' when you talk about your problems with it, rather than actually addressing your point - which often has little to do with reality, and much more to do with your own perceptions of yourself. I don't think that just pointing out ones own perception of reality is going to achieve much to resolve someone else's false perception. Even less so when the perception isn't necessarily false - in this case, I'm talking about (a) having gained a signficant amount of weight in a fairly short period, and (b) how that makes me feel - that's not false, because (a) it has happened, and (b) it's about how I feel, not about whether I'm right or not. Finally, I'm aware there are worse shapes to be than the one I've currently got, but this is the worst one I've ever been, so to me it's quite a big (sorry) issue.

* or to look at it another way, my weight has increased by more than a fifth.
denny: (I need stuff!)

I wants it.

I guess this is a good sign, as far as my state of mind is concerned.


Jul. 26th, 2006 10:53 am
denny: (Biker)
Got an email from my solictor today, she says the other side have applied to have the judgement against them 'set aside' - meaning that the full court case to settle liability still has to go ahead before we can settle the issue of compensation. So that's a pain in the arse.

I remain fairly confident about the whole thing - I was doing nothing wrong when the guy drove his car into my path, and I think that should be fairly obvious from the testimony describing the accident circumstances - but it would have been nice to have had it settled and done with. Not because I'm worried about how the court case will go, but because I'm pissed off that they have the cheek to claim and continue claiming that I could be partially responsible for his mistake - which, let us not forget, could have bloody killed me. Grrr.
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default)
Forgot to mention, I got another letter this week from my lawyer, following up from the one I mentioned last month. She says the judge has apparently granted the request for a full judgement in my favour, as the case has now been transferred to Croydon County Court for the compensation side of things to be settled. She adds that the opponent can still apply for this judgement to be "set aside", but so far it's looking good.

In other news, I thought I'd remind everyone of the remarkably practical meme that went around a while ago, encouraging everyone to post their contact details in a post titled 'Contact Details', and then put it in their LJ memories under (surprise surprise) 'Contact Details'. For bonus points, you can also link it from your userinfo with the link text 'Contact Details' (are you seeing a theme here?). Then if people want to contact you, they know where to look for the info.

A whole bunch of people on my friends list did this the last time it went around, and it was really useful for a while, but now my friends list seems to have expanded/shifted to cover a lot of people who don't seem to have heard of the idea - so there you go. Go do it :) Obviously you can post it public, friends only, or filtered, according to your personal privacy requirements... mine is filtered at present, although I keep meaning to split it into two posts, one with public stuff (mobile, personal email) and the other with filtered stuff (postal address, etc).
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default)
From my solicitor:
Just to update you, I have not yet received any response to the Court proceedings in your claim. The time for the opponent solicitors to send me their response, known as the Defence, has now expired.

I have therefore written to the Court to ask them to enter Judgement against the opponent on a full liability (blame) basis. We are entitled to request this as a Judgement in default, as they have not complied with the time limits.

I will let you know as soon as I have any further news.

Kind regards,

*blinkblink* I think I just won.
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default)
Back from hospital, Camden, and visiting [ profile] bluecassandra. Leg is still attached, albeit it a little sore.

The hospital was a bit of a faff... I got there and found out that I'd got really lucky - 10 minute wait to see the triage nurse, which was unexpectedly swift. Sadly the triage nurse decided that there was nothing wrong with my leg... "It's just red because it's healing". Uh, no. I was getting ready for a shouting match, because I wasn't inclined to leave without antibiotics, but he asked me to go and sit back in the waiting room while he referred me to 'another department'. I went and sat down expecting to be sat there for some considerable time, but in fact my arse had just about hit the seat when the door next to the triage room opened and a slightly flustered looking triage nurse reappeared with a doctor hovering at his shoulder. He called my name and I wandered over to be told that one of the A+E doctors would see me straight away... I got the distinct impression he'd just been roundly told off for trying to turn away someone with an infected surgical incision :)

The doctor took one look at the leg, sat me down, asked me to tell him the story which I did, then he glanced at it again and went and got a prescription pad. He also got a swab kit, and I had the fun of picking and poking at my leg until it produced some pus for him to send off for tests. He checked I wasn't allergic to anything, then wrote me out a prescription for not one but two types of antibiotic. He also drew around the inflamed patch on my leg with a biro and said "If the red patch is across that line in the morning, you come back here and we may have to admit you for a while and give you intravenous antibiotics". So I'm hoping it's going to get better overnight, because that was no fun the last time I had it done.

He gave my prescription to a nurse and asked her to sort it out, then he zoomed off to see another patient. It was there that the usual NHS efficiency kicked back in... I sat and watched said nurse put my prescription form down on a counter and then gossip to another nurse for over an hour. Eventually I hit on the plan of drumming my fingers loudly on a plastic chair until she gave up trying to talk to her friend and came over to do her job. Time spent in waiting room, 10 minutes. Time spent arguing with obtuse triage nurse, about 5 minutes. Time spent with doctor, less than 10 minutes. Time spent watching nurse gossip, over an hour. Time spent actually being issued with the prescribed medicines, less than 10 minutes. I could have been in and out of there in about half an hour if the nurse had done her job when she was asked to do it, but I suppose I should count myself lucky that I got out while it was still daylight, this being the NHS we're talking about. I had to pay for the medicine too, apparently the NHS has new rules about issuing stuff to outpatients in A+E now, you have to pay the prescription fee(s). Doesn't really bother me, as I'll just add it to my insurance claim.

So anyway, I have two sets of BIG antibiotic capsules to take, 3 times a day for one lot, and 4 times a day for the other.

Medicines in hand, I then limped up the road to the next tube station and waited for a tube to Camden. A mildly bizarre thing happened - at least, I've never seen it before - the tube came in and it was completely empty. Mid-afternoon on a Saturday, 4 stops up from the end of the line, not a single person on the entire train. It felt a bit twilight zone.

Oh yeah, I limped up the road unaided because when I was getting off the bus on my way to the hospital, there was a guy getting off at the same time as me who had totally fucked his knee up falling off a ladder, so I gave him the crutch I was carrying around in case of need - his need was clearly greater than mine. Did mean I had to suffer the rest of the day without my leaning post though, which was a bit ouchy in places.

In Camden I bought myself a shiny stick to play twirling games with... I went for a five foot staff in the end, on the advice of the guy who runs Oddballs. He said longer staffs are better for the kind of tricks I'm more interested in, slower and more controlled due to a little extra weight. I also bought a fairly silly looking white hat which has quite impressive head-cooling properties.

After Camden I wandered up to Archway to see [ profile] bluecassandra's new house, which is a place of many levels. I think there are at least three or four stairs between every single room in the place, it's kind of fun and kind of annoying. Her boyfriend was good enough to feed me while I was there, which was nice of him.

And now I'm home again, and off to bed. Fingers crossed for no hospital visit/stay tomorrow...


Jun. 17th, 2006 02:27 pm
denny: (Ouch!)
Just popped into Boots to buy antiseptic stuff for my leg, and asked the advice of the pharmacist while I was there. It went "Go to hospital, right now, and get some antibiotics. Now."

So I'll be off to hospital then.


Jun. 17th, 2006 11:44 am
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default)
Hello weekend, so very glad to see you.

Slept for a whole eight hours last night, which in the context of this week is a huge lay-in. Commuting is not agreeing with me. For some reason I've started having trouble getting to sleep again - I end up reading until 3am, which makes getting up for work just that little bit painful.

On Monday I put the deposit down on the new flat. On Tuesday I gave my notice on my current place. On Wednesday the lettings agency for the new place did a references check with my new employer, so hopefully I should hear back from them soon to confirm that I've got the place. If it all goes to plan I move into the new place on the 3rd July, and I leave this place on the 12th. This gives me two weeks (three weekends) to pack, a thought which terrifies me. I like unpacking (not that you'd guess it from the state of this place, which suffered initially from the state of my leg when I moved in, and then when I was well enough to do anything about it, from a lack of enthusiasm caused by it having been in a mess for so long already), but I hate packing. Oh well.

Today, in an effort to avoid the packing which I so clearly should be starting, I think I'll go to Camden and buy a staff from Oddballs. I've been messing around trying to learn staff tricks with pool cues and crutches for the last few months, so I've decided it's time I spent some money and got a new toy :) I'm not sure whether to go for a four foot or five foot staff though... I think maybe a four.

Oh, the very bottom of my incision has got a bit infected. This is quite scary, because if the infection spreads to the bone (currently sporting lots of nice entry holes where the screws used to be) then I can lose my leg. I'm not really sure what to do except keep cleaning it... if it gets much worse then I might pop into an A+E somewhere and get their advice. That's going to write off a whole day though, because they really keep you waiting when you're that far down the urgency list, so I'm currently hoping it'll sort itself out - it does seem to have got slightly better overnight.
denny: (Ouch!)
Okay, this one is ickier than the last one, be warned.

On Wednesday I took off all the dressings and replaced them, stopping only to take a pic for your viewing pleasure: ouch )
denny: (Ouch!)
Denny's Amazing Technicolour Leg...

Image, both large and mildly icky )

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