A few days pass where I'm told what happened in various formats. There is a serious concern for infection as my bones and leg meat were stuck quite badly in the dirty earth in the paddock.
They tried washing it out during the first surgery but the surgeons were more concerned with putting things back where they should be.
I had a double tibia fibula compound fracture in my left leg as well as the break at the ankle which was a mess. There was no cartilage left between my foot and the bones in my leg I was told. They had put several plates and screws in my leg and foot to hold it all together but it was going to take a few more surgeries and revisions to sort it out.
What normal tibia fibia bones should look like.
I had several large wounds on both sides of my leg. I've got a mother fucker of a graze right down my left side.
They were going to go back in as soon as possible and clean out the wounds again.
They were also going to attach an external frame to both my leg bones trying to reattach them to the ankle and foot, and that was going to stay for a minimum of three months.
I'd be in hospital for a few weeks yet.
At some point the two trauma surgeons who first worked on me came by to tell me that neither of them had seen anything like it in over 30 years. The head surgeon was so amazed that he took the following photograph on the surgical table before I went in.
Warning: it's pretty graphic (but nothing compared to what I saw in the paddock of which no photographs exist.
That's my foot on the operating table after I arrived. Not sure what's what.
I don't even know what is what in that photo if I'm honest. I think it's my leg to the left and my foot kinda flattened out to the right. That's my ankle bones or some shit sticking out covered in muck. The sight of it makes me feel sick. The surgeon is sickeningly proud of it.
The pain is now at the next level of unbearable.
I swear everyone is covered in blowflies.
I pass out and vaguely think to myself I wish I listened to Mallory and took those MX boots.
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