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Wednesday, August 16, 2006


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Mamma Vash:
I guess an English breakfast buffet would consist of baked beans, sausages, bacon, fried egg, mushrooms, tomatoes, occasionally black pudding, toast and hash browns. Oh, and sometimes sauteed potatoes. That's what we always have on the way to reenactment trade fares ^_^

Oh, I'd've loved to have tried out for AX Idol. But as it was, I didn't know what i was going to be doing with the company. Maybe next year, if I get the chance to go again.

Shin: Yay, infamy!

I really didn't want to risk not being able to get in over some silly technicality. I would've killed myself, heh.



My hospital appointment had been looming for some time now; this time I actually get to see the state of my hip for the first time in about five and a half years and have its prognosis discussed.

I wasn't really nervous until I was due to be called into the doctor's room. The consultant I was meant to be seeing was away, meaning I didn't even get in to the initial meeting until an hour after my scheduled time. He had a quick look at the X-Ray, and I caught a glimpse of my hip. But he wanted to see my other femur in comparison, so I was sent off for two more X-Rays to be done.

I was so tired, having had a late night last night and having to get up early this morning. I was almost reading NEO Magazine in my sleep. I only had it by chance- I'd forgotten the NGamer I'd intended to read.

Anyway, I was X-Rayed by the same nurse who did me last time. She was nice, although one thing I hate is having to pull my trousers down in front of them... and then needing them adjusted.

So anyway, they were fast-tracked through for me and I took them back to the doctor, who clipped them all to his little light-up board thingy.

I foud out for the first time today what my initial problem was actually called- a unicameral bone cyst. I've just been reading up about them on the internet, but I stopped after it made me feel sick. Pictures aren't exactly a help, but for those who are interested they tend to look something like this. Except mine hasn't got that dark line (most likely a break) through it. I also found out that I didn't just break my femure on my eighth birthday- it pretty much collapsed. The bits above and below the cyst got crushed together and my leg shortened by a couple of centimetres.

Now, things are pretty much okay, aside form the odd pain or two I get every so often (and which began persisting again today after the doctor examined me rather harshly. Damn him >.>;), except that the top of the femur is displaying signs of dysplasia- it's mis-shapen and doesn't quite fit the joint properly. There's very little loss of movement, but it will develop osteoarthiritic problems later, and I'll probably need a hip replacement at around 40, which is ages away. Unless it gets worse in the mean time, that is.

So, I've been warned off heavy-contact sports. I didn't tell them that I did historical reenactment, hee hee. And I'm not intending to stop that anytime soon.

So... yeah. It's pretty much what I was expecting and I'm not particularly worried about it, but actually seeing it again and knowing more about it makes me feel rather uncomfortable all the same.

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