MOOMINS M.C.

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The Decision is now made.
I will officially be going in for more chop chop action.
The middle aged specialist reckons this is only the second time he's seen this sort of thing where the pelvis just hasn't united at all and the only really viable option is to slice a one and a half foot long hole up my right side and put in a metal plate and bone graft.
Hopefully within 3 or 4 weeks or so I will back on the chopping board again.
Of course there are risks involved, such as making the avascular necrosis in the top of the femur worse, in which case it's a hip replacement in 2-3 years.
I don't think it'll go that far though, hopefully.
He did stress the importance of not smoking in regards to the femural bone graft taking.


"I did crack a few times whilst drinking beer, but generally I'm not smoking since the smash nearly seven months ago."


His own words were:


"Well, you can do crack, drink beer, but smoking is completely out."


So there you have it kids.
Finally I'm getting somewhere with this damn bothersome hip.
And the morphine withdrawal is going alright.
A week after it started I finally managed to get a decent nights sleep.
There is the obvious increase in pain, but at least I know what I'm working with now.
Anyway, the pain can never been anywhere as bad as that 18th of March.

Never.

Good news is I'm getting a wheelchair next week and that will make life a hell of a lot easier.


Last night was drinks for my good mate Keli's birthday.
A good old session at the Empress Hotel where they had some young kids belting out all the glorious 80's metal you could stand.
Just after midnight we took some mates back to our place for some more drinking and playing of records, very loudly.
I mean the drinking and the playing.
Poor old Gino, I believe he had a 4am start to catch a plane to Sydney, and Mick didn't get much sleep either apparently.
Mick reckoned it must've been about 20 people or so.
We didn't tell him it was just 7 eh?
I eventually called it quits as I was stuffed due to spending 9 hours in two hospitals, 1.5 of that waiting for a damn taxi that was booked by the hospital!
Just no bloody luck with these cabs!!!
There were some really bad choices of music too and the record player in its protestation, bent and broke the stylus.
Well, we think it was the record player anyway, don't blame it really.
I mean who's idea was it put on Paul Simon anyway?
If it was Graceland I could understand, but that god damned hippy music......... it's just not my gig.
Keli was suprisingly vertical for the most of the night until we got home and then it didn't take long before he was his usual self.
Vertically challanged, banging his head into the table ( twice ), crawling around underneath the table, chewing holes in Cam's trouser leg whilst underneath the table, hugging everyone........... just his normal self really.
Damned crazy Fijians!!!



So this saturday has been mainly about relaxing and recovering in order to attend the birthday bash of our local second hand record vendor, Mars, who was one of the singer guitarists in my band Stirling, before the smash.
Looking forward to having a jam with them again.


The chook battle rages on...........so far we're barely holding our own.
The hens pulled a great escape stunt again.
Yesterday, they got out and severely damaged the young vegie garden that's growing in the backyard.
No one knows how they managed this feat.
And today they attacked Cam's foot, rushed him when he was trying to take a photo of them like he's some paparazzo and were also caught trying to hotfoot it out onto the street!
These things are the avian version of the devil incarnate.
You almost need a 7 iron when you set foot in the backyard.
Don't ever turn your back on these two!!!
They are like a cross between MacGuyver, Steve McQueen and Count Dracula!