out of action


Shit happens, and back in late May it hit me in a bad way. Almost strange that I'm still around, but appar­ently I am.

Being in need of “repair” at my age, is one thing. But that I was liter­ally walking on the edge of the grave as I left bed that monday morning in late may, was not what I expected.
Oh well … been there before, and am likely to be there again before I finally go. Would be strange otherwise.

what actually happened…

Main blood vessels to the lower part of my body got clogged up, and, literally, from one moment to the next I lost most of the sensa­tion and muscle control in both legs and lower body from waist down. Pretty debilitating to say the least, and at first I was not sure how bad it was as it was not really painful or anything.
It was as if the lower half of my body had fallen asleep, somewhat like the sensation of having an arm or a leg some­times “fall asleep” because of restricted blood flow. Only this was half my body feeling like that. I could not move properly, let alone walk, and it did not change over time, at least not for the better.

Within hours I got a more complete picture, and grasped what was going on, as my body literally told me that this could turn out to be really bad, or worse – deadly serious that is. As I recognised the signs from about a decade ago, I knew this could go either way. However, I chose to focus on getting help with the immediate home and farm tasks before bothering with whether I made it or not.

Felt kind of strange to observe and keep track of my own condition as it slowly changed throughout the day, as I was relaxing as well as I possibly could while trying to make sure things around me was in good, working, order.

As noted in side notes; I spent a few days at home preparing for my absence, before contacting medical services. Must have been in that short period that I managed to damage my left leg and thereby add weeks, or rather months, to my sick leave. Have no clear idea how, and when, that all happened.

break a leg…

To literally break a leg, is usually followed by some pain. But, as I can not feel much of any­thing (for real) in that part of my left leg thanks to all the nerves that got cut during the (first) operation to remove blood­clots 9 years ago, I simply have no clear idea about when exactly I broke the fibula (see illustration).
Not that an exact point in time for that incident matters much now. The bone is broken, and I have to give it time to heal whether I have time for such matters or not.

Otherwise that leg gives me more than enough pain now, as the phantom-pain I have felt in that foot/​leg from time to time for the last 9 years, and that had weakened to hardly notice­able most of the time, has now come back in full force and then some.
Dealing with that now more or less constant sensation of pain in its many inexplicable variants as impulses from damaged nerves hit the brain, combined with the side-effects of the various pain-relief medi­ca­tion they are testing on me on top, makes staying in a good mood a little hard at times. For reasons explained above, I can not simply “walk it off” as is and has been my method of choice when dealing with such phantom pain before.

boring, boring…

Being out of action, is boring, boring, and even more “boring”. I am not a good and patient patient, and see no point in pre­tend­ing to be one.
Haven't taken my less than optimal state of mind too much out on the staff at the various places I have been at though, although my already pretty rich vocab­ulary do at times get some­what affected – “enriched” if you like – by failed attempts at medical relief from those phantom pains when they hit too hard and keep on hitting for too long with no respites.

The service and care at the nursing home is pretty good – one might say “excellent”, but such places are not well suited for people like me regard­less of our con­di­tion, and I would of course rather be home. Have to get get out of this wheel­chair first though, so at least a few more days…

I am writing this while sitting in a wheel­chair at the nursing home in Mandal town – about five minutes drive from my own home. Pretty OK i-net con­nec­tion here, so after all not too bad to be patient for a while despite being seriously bored.

Lately they have even rearranged the furni­ture in my room, and provided me with a func­tional “office-space” from which I can stay in touch with the world and releave some of my boredom.
Now and then I get wheeled to the local store so I can stock up on food I am used to – for my over­all well­being, and then also often get offered a trip around in the neigh­bor­hood to kill some time. Some well-kept park areas near by that are well worth a visit in good weather.

home for the weekend…

Left the nursing home in the after­noon of August 05, to spend the weekend at home. The plan is to test out how well I can func­tion around the house with only one good leg, with the simplest of equipment at hand, and medical personnel on short visits twice a day.
Around midnight while writing this, I can conclude that “so far so good”. I get around well enough to satisfy my basic needs, without risking worsening my medical status. All just takes longer, which in itself isn't much of a problem the way things are.

As all medical tests, x-rays, etc. indicate that I likely will stay out of action for months, staying at home between hospital visits for check-ups and possible surgeries makes most sense – if my plan works out that is. The local medical expertise is not quite sure if my plan will work out as I envision. Me neither, but in a few days we will all find out.

After having spent the weekend at home, and having so few problems with getting around in the house and per­for­ming essential tasks, I conclude that my little plan works for me and my wife. From here onwards it is only a question about how well it will work for the health care admi­ni­stra­tion and others we have to cooperate with until I am back on both my feet.

following a slow healing process…

The unusually slow healing of my broken leg-bone is some­what depres­sing, but as there is nothing I can do to speed up the process I try not to think about it and not complain too much. Short notes follow…

(12.aug.2022) Now we are into the “planning ahead” phase for autumn and winter on the farm, and very little of that belong in the public sphere. So, enough writing on the subject, for now.

(16.sep.2022) As I write mid September, I still spend most of the time I am awake in a wheel­chair. Training to get around on crutches, and have been driving around the yard on the old J.D. Gator. Can not do any real farm­work yet, but at least I am home.

(29.oct.2022) Have reached the end of October, and am trying to perform some of the daily farm routines – like feeding our cows and such, while avoiding over­stressing my broken leg. Healing is irri­ta­tingly slow, but will take even longer if I add to the damage by acting care­lessly.
Next check-up at the hospital should be in a couple of weeks time.

(22.nov.2022) Yesterday (21.nov) I spent the entire day and well past midnight on medical check-ups. Started at my GP's office, followed by a  long stay at the hospital's emergency depart­ment. All caused by a tiny tear in the skin at my left leg that had opened for an infec­tion.
Left with pre­scrip­tion for a 7 day cure of anti­bio­tics to prevent the infection from spreading and ham­per­ing the healing of the broken bone.

sincerely  georg; sign

Mandal 18.jul.2022
last rev: 22.nov.2022

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