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woohoo, great news the NHS have finally pulled finger (pun wholly intended) and scheduled me in for my thumb operation on Tuesday the 10th of July.

I’m not going to go into great detail explaining my injury again but you can read my older posts here or just go through life happy in the knowledge that I stabbed myself whilst being an idiot and not paying suitable attention to what I was doing.

My numerous visits to hospitals and healthcare professionals afterwards also meant that I picked up a nasty superbug type infection that I’m not allowed to treat until the week before my surgery, meaning lots and lots of niggling sickness, colds flu’s etc.

The only thing I can be truly grateful for is that I stabbed my thumb not the neck of my mate that was behind it.

Be safe, be careful and remember that whilst knives are cool and macho they are not toys and should be treated with respect.

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow

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I’m late, I’m late for a very important date.

Week 22 proved to be incredibly challenging for me as the theme was self-portrait and try as I might I didn’t like any of the clichéd shots I kept taking of myself either arms extended or gurning into a mirror and with time limited and self-conscious double chin hatred precluding all of the shot’s I kept trialling from being shared I decided to think a little more about who I am as an artist.

I’m a father, I’m a dog walker, I’m a husband, I have a job managing a small office, nothing there spoke to me either, not because I’m not proud of all of the above but because I wanted to capture something deeply personal and there are plenty of other talented people out there who do all of these things successfully.

Then I began thinking about what has helped shape my style and personality most since I began this project and kept coming back to my thumb injury for which I am still awaiting an operation date from the NHS.

Self Portrait

I’ve winged and whined in these pages before about my sore thumb and how I have battled to ignore its constant aching over the last 6 months and I’ve gotten better at keeping quiet about it and not boring my friends and family but the long drive to the Vale of Glamorgan and back over the long weekend brought the stark reality back home to me. It is still bloody sore and I can’t shrug off something like a long drive as easily as I once could.

So there you have it my excuse reason for not showing you a picture of my ugly mug but instead a shot of my poor sore left hand.

In my last post I promised you some exciting news and I may have gotten over excited as the news is hugely exciting to me but perhaps a little droll for all of you. None the less I no longer need to borrow The Falklandislander’s Canon EOS10D (although I still have it in my possession) as I managed to find a battered example for myself for the bargain price of £50 from the lovely people of www.cameraworld.co.uk they were open and honest about the condition of the camera but I couldn’t be happier, it’s alloy magnesium body bares it’s scrapes and scratches with pride and so far appear to be purely cosmetic. I mean come on this camera was over £1000 when new and it’s now mine.

Sure I’d love the have the cash to throw at a slightly more modern system but I love the feel and weight of this camera and it’s relatively low value gives me the confidence to take it everywhere with me.

You’ll be seeing plenty of pictures from it in the coming, months week and years I can assure you.

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow

P.S. this weeks pic was actually taken with my HTC One X phone but pictures from the Canon are coming soon.

Superficial palmar nerves.

Image via Wikipedia

for those of you that have been following my saga I wanted to give you an update on the state of my thumb, if this is a new story line to you then you can catch up here before continuing.

After much badgering of my GP and the appointments clerks at my local hospital I finally managed to see a specialist hand surgeon for an opinion as to what could be done about my hand.

He sucked his teeth in obvious irritation and said that I should have been refered within a week of the injury and that he would be writing a strongly worded letter to my GP advising him of his displeasure. He then said that there were two lines of thought on late presenting nerve damage, the first being to go ahead and operate as soon as possible anyway and the other to allow any scar tissue to form and inflammation to dissipate before attempting surgery.

The kindly surgeon then refered me for X-Rays whilst he went off and spoke with some colleagues for further opinion. Mr Surgeon came back to me a short while later to say that he wanted me to see a different surgeon at the plastics hand clinic at another hospital on the other side of town the following morning.

Being in agony after kindly first Mr Surgeons manipulations, pokes and proddings as well as the thought of rush hour traffic I decided that public transport was the order of the day to get across London for my early appointment, this was needless to say as unpleasant as can be expected of any brush with London’s transport system and I spent the majority of the journey with my nose wedged firmly in the armpit of a fellow commuter whilst trying my best to read my kindle.

On a minor aside this was the first time I’ve taken rush hour public transport in some time and I was amused to count four other kindle readers within a radius of a couple of metres, they’re obviously taking off.

Anyway I’m waffling, I made it to my appointment on time even though I’d given myself plenty of extra time to arrive early, I checked in and was seen relatively quickly, by NHS standards anyway by a specialist nurse, who repeated much of the previous days excruciating poking and prodding as well as tests to establish relative muscle wasting and retained strength as well as examining my X-Rays from the previous day.

He then disappeared for the best part of an hour with brief revisits to inflict more pain and ask more questions before reappearing with another slightly less kindly but equally professional looking Mr Surgeon who explained to me that he believed that I had indeed partially severed a branch of my Median Nerve which he also gave a very long and complicated name and also suffered a minor fracture of my thumb at the joint where I had managed to stab myself.

He also promised to dictate a strongly worded letter to my GP about the importance of quick referrals in cases of suspected nerve injuries. He then went on to say that in consultation with his registrar Kindly Mr Surgeon number one, he believed that the fracture had now healed itself and that there was now too much scarring and inflammation of the muscles surrounding the nerve for surgery to be immediately successful and that he would be referring me for physiotherapy before re-assessing me in a couple of weeks.

He also recommended that I regularly massaged the wound site and my hand with moisturiser, and try to use the thumb as much as my pain threshold will allow.

So that’s where we are, I am waiting for them to get in touch with physio appointments and follow-up appointments whilst continuing to consume vast quantities of analgesics.

Many thanks for all the kindly messages of support I’ve recieved and also extra special thanks go out to Mrs Bunny Chow for putting up with my extra grumpy self.

TTFN

Mr Bunny Chow