Because it was after 5 when we arrived at the hospital, the x-ray department was closed. Once the Nurse had taken a look at the outside of my leg, she suggested I might have damaged the tendon.
She phoned the orthopaedic department at Harrogate hospital and consulted with them. They instructed her to wrap up my leg from crotch to ankle in a really tight bandage thing, it has a name, at this point the codeine started to cloud my memory, so I can’t remember what it was called. I was given an appointment at the fracture clinic the next morning and sent home.
Nick stayed off work to try and settle a somewhat confused dog and I headed to hospital with the in-laws.
After several x-rays and a CT scan, the prognosis was a tibial plateau fracture (google it if you’re interested in the details). One of the doctors looking at the scans asked if I’d been skiing or in a car accident. That’s apparently how you’re most likely to break this part of the body. I then had to clarify the break hadn’t come from the fall when Dexter knocked me over but from the impact of his solid skull with my knee. Everyone seemed quite impressed.
I was relieved it wasn’t the tendon as apparently this can take a really, really long time to heal. The orthopaedic team told me that I was going to need surgery to put a plate and some pins in whilst the break healed. I would have to be non-weight bearing for 3 months and then build the leg back up with several months of physio.
Up until this point I hadn’t cried at all and on hearing this news, I lost it. What bothered me most was the prospect of not being able to walk Dexter just at the time when he needed a calm and regular routine.
We would have to call on a number of people to help out and cash in as many favours as we could. After the initial shock, I had to accept that it would be difficult but we’d manage, somehow.
I was given a solid plaster replacement of the bandage, loads of painkillers and sent home to await a surgery slot and a week later was operated on.
Here’s the before and after.