Those of you who know me well, will be well aware of the saga of my many casts. For those who don’t, a brief recap with as much useful information I can give you… culminating in my latest sporty little number. Yes, this is my exciting news. Hopefully not just cast number four, but last cast!
Cast number 1 – plastered
There’s very little I can tell you about the plaster cast, apart from the fact that having it fitted was intensely painful for me. At that point, I’d only just had my first shot of morphine, I’d had a broken leg for hours, and was still trying to tap away the pain. The pain is a much clearer memory than the cast. I wore it for a couple of days, during which time I barely moved, except to transfer to the loo. Best point: not a cheese grater!
Cast number 2 – flamingo
The flamingo was my first cast coming home. Full leg, solid fibreglass, heavy and restrictive. Though after two months, it became almost a part of me. Best points: so solid you can use it as an extra crutch after a while; definite fashion statement. Worst points: weight, washing, and after two months, ooooh the itching!
Cast number 3 – the jointed wonder
Although I pushed and practically begged to have this cast change, it did come with its downsides. For a start, it was incredibly heavy. Plus, the pain in my knee was excruciating. Even as I became more flexible, the stiffness and the discomfort if I stayed in one place for long, was like having a nail hammered into the side of my leg. It did ease, but it took all my energy to stay cheerful at times. But the pluses were also great, particularly both the improved flexibility and the fact my muscles slowly began to return. Best points: flexibility, ability to go in a car, and I could see my knee! Worst points: pain, awkward hair removal, dodgy skin, and more pain!
Cast number 4 – Sporty little number
Finally, the knee-length cast I’ve been wishing for all this time. The story behind this one is slightly odd. I coaxed, hinted, cajoled and blatantly came right out with it, but could I get the registrar to agree to a cast change? I could not. So, I resigned myself to going on holiday in the jointed monstrosity. When, oddly, I got a message last Wednesday telling me to come to the plaster room. And, here I am. Half-casted. Best points: light, easy to manoeuvre, not a cheese grater, slim enough for jeans, and yes, I can see my thigh again! Worst points: itchy, and already falling apart. If anyone knows of a tape that will stick soft fibreglass cast to fabric without irritating skin, do drop me a line.
Three months and counting. Onwards and upwards!