Had a bit of a rum do at work a week past Tuesday, don’t think I’ll be out on the bike for a wee while.
I was using the tractor winch to drag logs up for loading on to the trailer ie choker chain around log attached by a keyhole slider to a wire rope going through a pulley divert to change direction thence to a hydraulic winch on the back of the tractor. The winch works of a remote control, I pressed the button to drag the log in, turned round, slipped and put my hand out and before I could stop it my hand went under the wire and through the pulley. I thought my flippin’ hand was off, I at least expected some fingers to be left in my glove. Not quite, but it wasn’t pretty, my little finger to hand joint looked like when you pull the leg off a cooked chicken, crispy skin and all.
My mate bundled me into the pick-up and sped me over to St. Johns in Livingston.
It seems I’d lucked out as apparently its a centre of excellence for hand surgery, so after allowing a 16yr old lad 9 weeks into a work placement at a sheet metal fabricators who’d lost 3 fingers to the guillotine to go first, I spent 5 hours in theatre with 4 plastic surgeons working on my hand. Repair and digital revascularisation.
I was resigned to losing my little finger at the very least but if all continues to go well I will have an almost/total recovery.
I have received from the NHS the most marvelous treatment imaginable, from the porters, cleaning staff, nurses, surgeons everyone. It is the jewel in the crown of British society, it must be protected and treasured.
Bit of a ramble I know but I just got home today and I’m feeling a tad emotional. IMAG0097 by pmacm2007, on Flickr
Told you it wasn’t pretty.
The silver thingy is actually a wee bit of plastic covering the end of the wire which is holding the joint together, it’ll come out in 3-4 weeks.
Luckily I’m left handed so no need for a let up there.
Had to laugh when one of the surgeons (with a straight face) said that as I was a young man I should heal quickly, I’m 51.