Back in November, I underwent Tibia nailing surgery.
I was a bit anxious due to never having had any kind of surgery and reading far too many horror stories of people waking up mid operation but their bodies being unable to react as they endured the most horrific pain. It’s probably an urban legend.
None the less I wasn’t 100% about having the operation.
10 years ago I broke my other leg in a similar way. Both bones in my lower leg snapped as I fell off and dismounted my horse mid canter. At the time, the ambulance was there within 10 minutes. The paramedics pulled my leg back in place on site. I think this quick action meant my leg was back in a good position before the swelling started. As such I decided not to have surgery that time.
It was six weeks of lying in bed and taking 30 minutes to get to the loo across the hall. I had a cast up to my hip (and not a nice lightweight one) so stairs were difficult to say the least. I then had 6 weeks with a cast above my knee and had to get back to work (which required more stairs each day). Followed by 4-6 weeks with a cast below my knee.
Things always seem better with hindsight
I was younger, fitter, slimmer and took a whole heap of Ayurvedic supplements with regular acupuncture sessions.
6 months later I flew out to Marbella and partied in heels (plus a single crutch for support). I then spent 4 days in Barcelona on my own. And then a couple of weeks later was out in a pair of 4 inch heels for my birthday.
It took about 3-4 months before I was riding and I’d previously bought a youngster who needing handling. It all worked out though. Ten years later, I can barely tell it was ever broken unless I try and find the slight bump of calcified bone.
This time round the break was a bit worse. But it took over 2 hours for an ambulance to collect me. Mid-week evening, Central London. I’m not going to get into debates about NHS resources but it seems mad that there wasn’t an ambulance there sooner.
Anyway, I had the operation. This time I never had a cast, just a bandage for two weeks then a boot. For the first 6 weeks I couldn’t put pressure through it. Then I could slowly start putting pressure through the boot, although it’s really awkward having one leg higher and strapped in a single position to actually walk.
Over the next 12 weeks I worked to putting 50%, then 80% through my leg and then 4 months after the operation I was finally allowed to take the boot off and try and start walking.
It sounds great. But the reality is the boot is heavy. Heavier than a fibreglass cast. Which means walking any great distance is a full on workout. While your body is healing, this isn’t what you have the energy for.
Keeping a Positive Mental Attitude
It’s been nearly 7 months since I broke my leg now and I’m still limping. I can’t run or jump and I tried a pair of heels but there’s no way I can walk anywhere. I’m awaiting another operation to remove the lower locking bolt which is pressing on my Fibula. That was supposed to have happened by now.
“Isn’t the operation great!”, beamed by consultant last time I saw him. He was frustrated that I wasn’t singing it’s praises but there reality is, rose-tinted or otherwise, it hasn’t been a better experience and right now I concerned about whether I’ll ever be back to how I was.
I know we can achieve anything though. It’s just about keeping a positive mind. Just every so often that’s easier said than done.