The Roquefort Files

Travels to the pub and back

November 30th, 2008

Arm and The Man

The day of the scheduled pin-removal operation rolled around, and I cycled down to the RIE in the darkness before the dawn. The receptionist in the Day Surgery Unit told me to take a seat and wait, and so I did. At about 11.30 one of the nurses took me through to a second waiting […]

October 9th, 2008

A Humerus Interlude

At my most recent appointment at the orthopaedic clinic, the consultant took a look at the latest X-rays and we were both optimistic. Me: “Yeah, the elbow’s fine; I’ve been commuting by bike most days, and I think the extension might even be a little better since last time I saw you.” Consultant: “I’m pleased […]

July 11th, 2008

A Life Less Ordinary

It has been, to be honest, a pretty mundane couple of weeks. I’ve been been inexorably pulled back to work in the office (rather than at home) by a day more each month, and now I’m back up to four days in, one day out. Coupled with this, I’m not convinced I can ride my […]

May 4th, 2008


I’m alive! Or rather, life is gradually converging on normality sans about 15% or so of my previous physical capacity. After spending the five days in hospital I lay around the flat for the following week, exercising the Playstation and the usually-dormant dishwasher; my arm was still non-watertight and I felt guilty at the mountain […]

April 20th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 4

I spent another five days in hospital. Saturday was the first full day after the op, and I woke up considerably more human than I’d gone to sleep. I was still under the influence of the general and the morphine and whatever else they’d given me to keep the pain and/or consciousness away, but I […]

April 18th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 3

I woke up early, around 7 or so, and dragged myself and my IV stand out to the nurses’ station to borrow their phone. I called Ash again to tell her about the operation, and then broke the news to my understandably incredulous Dad. I crept back to bed. The anaesthetist (no name again, I’m […]

April 15th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 2

At Accident & Emergency I was wheelchaired into a cubicle and then helped gingerly onto a trolley. The next few hours were pretty hazy: I was dead tired, hungry and thirsty and my arm was only ever a degree away from a whole new world of stabbing pain. An A&E doctor and a succession of […]

April 13th, 2008

A Humerus Anecdote, pt 1

Apologies for the lack of posts here of late. Life’s just been rolling along nicely without any particularly noteworthy incidents. Last week was shaping up to be a little more exciting: Ash and I were over in Edinburgh for drinks a couple of times, and on Thursday night I was looking forward to a brisk […]