Salieri Posted 9 December 2009 Posted 9 December 2009 Never met him but if the manner of his posts (articulate and witty) are a true reflection on the personality of the fella then i'm sure he's a top bloke. All the best.
SOCCERROO FOX Posted 11 December 2009 Posted 11 December 2009 All the best Nick, my mum just had an op yesterday on her neck and spine very painful and it's meanto last for a few weeks after so hop it went well.
Nick Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Hi all, Had no idea this was here, Davie just mentioned it to me! Thanks so much for all your encouragement and kind lies. I am back home again now. I spent the first week, post-op, mainly trying to walk and apparently, 'overdoing it' - if you get up and walk until you 'black out' and wake up back in bed, with holes in the backs of your hands where your IV drips used to be, according to my cute physio, that's apparently "a tad optimistic and maybe a little foolish." - I explained I preferred the coffee from the restaurant on the other side of the hospital (I was still clutching the disposable coffee carton like a trophy when everything went dark) and she nearly cracked a smile. The day after I got released I tried to walk to get a newspaper. (I'm not good with following instructions) Whilst edging down suburban village streets walking like a man having spent a bad few days in a rough prison, listening to Rage against the Machine and thrash 80's metal on my ipod for added encouragement, I realised the world was starting to move about a bit funny again. At risk of passing out again, I stopped. At this juncture I also noticed I stopped singing along to the music and mouthing out aggressive lyrics. The next thing I noticed was the bunch of people stood on the pavement near me, looking at me like I'd just escaped from a secure mental health facility. The next day brought further deconstruction of identity and any perceived masculinity that I possessed. Having faced the newsagent and lived, I decided I could maybe make it for a pint. (despite the fact I am not allowed to sit down yet due to spinal compression, I considered a pint of Guinness to be a rite of passage to recovery) I put on my coat and stepped out on to my driveway. I then went back inside and changed my coat as my body wasn't strong enough to support the weight of the leather jacket I had on. Stepping out again (still accompanied by 80's thrash metal and probably mouthing the words) I headed off to the pub. I was there in a jiffy (A "jiffy" is an hour and 15 minutes, right?) Proudly stumbling into my local looking rather pale and appearing like a recently gang assaulted, light blinded, escaping agoraphobic Fritzl relative with soiled underwear, I presented myself at the bar. Upon finding out rather publicly that I was not strong enough to lift the pint of Guinness. (Much to the amusement of my local clan) I drank two halves instead, in a very non masculine fashion and the kind girl behind the bar gave me a lift home. Since then I have mainly been resting but am getting stronger every day and last night slept on my side - which was a personal victory of sort. I hope to see you all soon maybe, boxing day. Oh and Bert did beat me at pool, twice - but has failed to mention on the first occasion we played somebody other than me got '7 balled'......... Thanks again everybody, N.
Nick Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 All, the best with the recovery mate, Cheers mate.
Samilktray Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Steer clear of theme parks! Althought I'm sure theyve told you in as many words, my sister went Alton Towers a year after having a spine op and shes back at the hospital in the New Year because of it.
Nick Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Steer clear of theme parks! Althought I'm sure theyve told you in as many words, my sister went Alton Towers a year after having a spine op and shes back at the hospital in the New Year because of it. Good advice - sorry to hear that, and no they did not mention anything really, though I suppose bungee jumping should go on hold for a bit.
lavrentis Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Glad your doing well Nick Just wondering what was the operation for, a friend of mine had Scoliosis (curvature of the spine) and she had to have an operation and she's doing great now. All the best with your recovery Nick though!
Bert Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Hi all,Had no idea this was here, Davie just mentioned it to me! Thanks so much for all your encouragement and kind lies. I am back home again now. I spent the first week, post-op, mainly trying to walk and apparently, 'overdoing it' - if you get up and walk until you 'black out' and wake up back in bed, with holes in the backs of your hands where your IV drips used to be, according to my cute physio, that's apparently "a tad optimistic and maybe a little foolish." - I explained I preferred the coffee from the restaurant on the other side of the hospital (I was still clutching the disposable coffee carton like a trophy when everything went dark) and she nearly cracked a smile. The day after I got released I tried to walk to get a newspaper. (I'm not good with following instructions) Whilst edging down suburban village streets walking like a man having spent a bad few days in a rough prison, listening to Rage against the Machine and thrash 80's metal on my ipod for added encouragement, I realised the world was starting to move about a bit funny again. At risk of passing out again, I stopped. At this juncture I also noticed I stopped singing along to the music and mouthing out aggressive lyrics. The next thing I noticed was the bunch of people stood on the pavement near me, looking at me like I'd just escaped from a secure mental health facility. The next day brought further deconstruction of identity and any perceived masculinity that I possessed. Having faced the newsagent and lived, I decided I could maybe make it for a pint. (despite the fact I am not allowed to sit down yet due to spinal compression, I considered a pint of Guinness to be a rite of passage to recovery) I put on my coat and stepped out on to my driveway. I then went back inside and changed my coat as my body wasn't strong enough to support the weight of the leather jacket I had on. Stepping out again (still accompanied by 80's thrash metal and probably mouthing the words) I headed off to the pub. I was there in a jiffy (A "jiffy" is an hour and 15 minutes, right?) Proudly stumbling into my local looking rather pale and appearing like a recently gang assaulted, light blinded, escaping agoraphobic Fritzl relative with soiled underwear, I presented myself at the bar. Upon finding out rather publicly that I was not strong enough to lift the pint of Guinness. (Much to the amusement of my local clan) I drank two halves instead, in a very non masculine fashion and the kind girl behind the bar gave me a lift home. Since then I have mainly been resting but am getting stronger every day and last night slept on my side - which was a personal victory of sort. I hope to see you all soon maybe, boxing day. Oh and Bert did beat me at pool, twice - but has failed to mention on the first occasion we played somebody other than me got '7 balled'......... Thanks again everybody, N. Do you really expect everyone to believe your dreams?
Nick Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Do you really expect everyone to believe your dreams? Wow, short memory. I was surprised you mentioned it! It was a doubles game - you got one shot.... is it coming back to you now? Shameful denial, . N.
Bert Posted 16 December 2009 Posted 16 December 2009 Wow, short memory. I was surprised you mentioned it! It was a doubles game - you got one shot.... is it coming back to you now?Shameful denial, . N. Pah, doubles. Doesn't really count unless it's singles. But yes I do remember now.
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