MacKays? Most likely as it is in the heart of MacKay territory.
Ah yes John - the leg. Will the couple of RibNet members who know the story please excuse the 'cut 'n' paste:
To sum up what happened (Monday 23rd January 2012):
- Out and about with a client (74 years old and with two replacement hips - see the relevance later)
- Well off the beaten track by some spectacular waterfalls (Rosehall in Sutherland - a long way from civilization)
- Cold and sleet but some breaks in the cloud
- I warn him to be careful as it is slippy
- Immediately I turn round and...slip over
- I feel a crunching and cracking in my right leg and foot as I fall heavily to the ground
- My camera bag prevents me sliding into the falls
- When I stop screaming (a bit whimpy I know but it REALLY hurt, I didn't swear though) I take a peek at my leg - it was at a strange angle
- No mobile phone reception so I have to send my client (see description above) to look for help
- Off he goes and I drag myself to a bit higher ground away from the falls
- Wondering if he will make it back to the road I try to decide how long to wait before I have to drag myself to get help for both of us
- Get 1/4 of a bar reception so phone for ambulance - operator says "which service do you require...", I say ambulance and then loose reception again
- I have now decided that headfirst and downhill is my least painful option and begin to plan my route out
- Just as I have mentally steeled myself for the escape I hear voices in the distance so I shout and wave
- I am spotted and a woman with a blanket turns up - though why she was wandering through the forest with a blanket I have no idea and think that the pain is giving me delusions, I'm hoping that she is not a banshee!
- No, my client got to the road and flagged her down. They drove to the nearest habitation (a hotel) telephoned for the ambulance and got the blanket for me
- If this had happened in London I'd have lost all my camera equipment and wallet by then!
- Now the hotelier turns up with a flask of hot coffee. I don't like coffee but decide that it is best to be polite and drink some, also I am starting to feel the effects of shock and know that I need the hot liquid to heat up my core body temperature.
- The ambulance eventually arrives but of course they can't get anywhere near me so I will have to get to the ambulance. Not an easy task with the terrain and my size.
- They can't give me any nitrous oxide gas as I need to by compos mentis to co-operate with the rescue (me, I'm not very compos mentis normally)
- 1.5 hours later I get to the ambulance but they don't have any morphine so we have to drive to Bonar Bridge, another 30 minutes to get a local GP to administer some
- After that I really didn't care what was going on! Good feeling, but I don't fancy it as a lifestyle though.
- Finally arrive at Raigmore Hospital, Inverness at 14.30 hours, 4 hours after I had my accident.
- I submit to the bliss of more morphine and when Marjory arrives (she had to get a lift and collect my truck - which she has never driven before) I ask her which vehicle she has come in. She says she knows that I'm high on morphine as when she tells me she is in my truck and my reaction is "Great, my sandwiches are in the back - I'm starving".
- X-Rays etc.
- I have a twisted fracture of the mid right fibula I have torn the ligaments from my foot and my ankle has burst apart (there is a medical term for this but I'm not even going to try spelling it). It was a good job I had good boots on as It kept my foot on the end of my leg!
- Next morning down to theatre for setting and pinning the ankle back together.
- Back to a different ward as they have discovered C. Difficile on my ward - "Not my fault gov' someone must 'ave planted it there."
- Next day new acrylic cast - I chose black to match my truck
- Next day get to go to the toilet with much difficulty (not with the bowels with the mechanics of it all - sorry too much information there, anyway better than a bed pan)
- Next day practice on crutches
That just about sums it up.
The good news - I didn't damage any camera equipment. : ) Also it didn't happen at the start of the cruise liner season.
The bad news - at least 8-10 weeks off my feet and unable to work.
The update is that I've another appointment at Raigmore in just less than two weeks to see how it is all going.
So here I am planning an adventure in my enforced spare time.
So who fancies a trip by SIB and RIB to magical Scottish Island?
Keith (hopalong) Hart