Friday, 1 May 2015
Thursday 30th, April 2015 … getting a new leg; step 1
Walking through the double glass doors into a waiting room; where a gentleman was sitting comfortably in is wheel chair sporting a very nice looking artificial leg, should have been a dead give away that we were in the right place. But the location didn’t suit the directions we were given and there was absolutely no signage to say we were standing in the waiting room of the amputee clinic, so we kept looking.
After heading upstairs, finding a coffee shop, asking for directions and ending up back were we started, Bren filled in his paperwork and we were asked to be seated, Doctor would see us shortly. As we were waiting two older gentleman found their way to where we were seated for reasons of there own and both had been recently fitted with a new leg each.
The older of the two was tall and full of spirit; with a glint in his eye and many stories to tell, he was the ripe old age of 82. Proud of his years, you just knew he would have been more than a hand full back in the day. He was happy to tell us that a nurse had asked him where his wife was, when he recently had a stint in hospital. “I’m single” he told her,”I don’t have one.” She then asked if the kids might come and visit,”No” was his blunt reply as he retold the story “I’m single; so they don’t exist!”
This was a man who appeared very happy with his lot in life, and his ability to strike up a conversation with anyone, I think will ensure that he’ll never be lonely. I’m not going to relay his story about the time, back in his working days at Coober Pedy, when a toddler ran up to him in the middle of nowhere, wrapped his little arms around his then much younger two legs and cried “Daddy!” Suffice to say he had the attention of the room and he had me in stiches.
I was almost sorry to leave when we were called into the consultation room by Pat, who would be moulding Brendan’s new leg to fit his body, along with Dr Lee who would write the script. I had no idea that a script would be necessary, but there you go, it is. A very thorough history was taken, and Pat seemed very pleased to hear [and see] that Brendan was an active type. We were pleased to hear that they would aim for a leg that would hopefully help to get Brendan back to a level of activity that Brendan would be happy with.
We were also very happy to hear Pat say that xyz model leg with abc type hinge [I wish I could remember the technical jargon, but can’t…sorry] would be suitable for getting him back on a bike. It also has a release button that enables the leg to rotate at the knee…beneficial particularly when driving, to allow the leg to position comfortably under the steering wheel. He just has to remember to have it set in the right position getting out of the car though; otherwise the possibility of not having a leg to stand on is a good one.
Dr Lee sends off the script for the leg requested to NSW Health something or other [honestly I’m not being flippant, I just can’t remember the name of the organisation, we are dealing with so many], and now we wait for them to approve the leg that has been requested, if it’s denied then I imagine there is another consult to re access for maybe the next leg down. No promises are made, but the fact that Brendan was a healthy, fit person prior to his illness and is still fit and as strong as he could possibly be despite it, his chances seem pretty good at getting a great leg. Which is lucky; because it’ll then match the one he has J