Hi everybody,
Oh ****! The tears are here again.
This reminds me of an incident, years ago, I can't remember what/when, I just remember I had taken a hell of a bang ... and the tears started.
A mate said "I'll get help!" and was about to dash off.
"It's OK ... sob ... its only... sob ... shock ... sob!"
Hmmm! That can only have been the time, riding pedal cycle, probably about 30mph, and looked over my shoulder. When I looked back, the road had narrowed, with an unlit lamp post right in front of me. I don't remember the impact at all, probably unconcious before the signals hit my brain.
I think I was concussed for about the first week, after which puberty (OK, I was 16) and a ward full of student nurses, took over, for the next two months, before being discharged in a hip-spiker and a pair of crutches. Once the plaster was off, but before I could bend my knee, I used to strap my crutches over my shoulder, and ride my polo-bike - fixed wheel, no brakes, and VERY low geared, using only one pedal, to Croydon General for physio-therapy.
Er ... if anybody in Kiwi knows a Nurse Rita nee Penfold, please pass her my regards. I was her first experience with an enema. But not mine ...Mum was a nurse.
"Nil iligitimo carburundum" ... if anybody here understands pidgin Latin.
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PS,
"Don't let those without fathers grind you down!
PPS
Sharkojoints. I knew web had a doctor we could talk to when he referred the "the brown stuff hitting the fan", but in fluent Royal Navy