At the end of Part 3 Circus Workshop I had dislocated my shoulder again and had phoned a taxi.
While we wait for the taxi, those who have missed any of the story can catch up:
The taxi is almost here but there’s one more point I should make now – there are no more accidents. This post brings the story to its conclusion.
The taxi is at the door. I’m practised now. Ease myself into the taxi. “A&E at the Royal please”.
I sat back for the journey which has never been bumpier. I have never felt pain like this; the August sun was incredibly painful – as though floodlights were set up in the taxi.
“Can you stop, I’m going to be sick”
Never came to that. Taxi stopped, I alight – great word that, shoulder popped in, pain gone. Thank fuck!
I want to break out of my story here because I need to recognise that, despite the terrible pain, I was lucky, very lucky. I knew that my pain was transient, its cause was not serious, my life was not threatened. I cannot imagine how difficult it is to suffer pain while knowing or suspecting that one’s life is threatened. I cannot imagine how difficult it is to know one’s life is threatened when there is no pain.
I had pain but was lucky!
The visit to A&E was quick. I knew the score: sling, visit out-patient clinic on Wednesday. All familiar to me now.
Off I toddled, taxi home and I was back in my old routine: no bed but sleep on the settee. I couldn’t have anyone bump me.
A few more days, another X-ray and I’d be left for a few weeks before going back again but the few days weren’t normal. My shoulder felt – I don’t know – different.
The days passed and I reached the clinic.
“Mr Carr! Can you go to the X-ray and then come back here when you’re finished.”
I had no doubt, no concerns. This was my third separate injury and probably my 7th visit.
“Mr Carr!” Once more in to see the consultant.
I didn’t get the words I had expected. “Mr Carr”, he said, “I want you to come into hospital this afternoon. Your shoulder is in a mess, quite a complex job. I’ll operate on Thursday!”
“Bbbut we’ve got a birthday party on Friday.”
“There will be others.”
So much for man who thought he knew the score! Christ, did I have pyjamas that could be seen outside! Fuck!
Don’t worry I’m not going through my entire hospital stay – just a few – snippets. I had made a terrible mess of shoulder: the joint was free to move in and out; there’s no point trying to explain. Basically my shoulder was fucked and had to be stripped back to the bone and then have everything re-attached and tightened to an extreme.
Surgery was a success but at one of the follow-up visits the consultant looked at an X-ray and said that one of the screws used to attach A to B – well he didn’t say A to B, I assume he knew but I can’t remember – is coming loose.
Now we come to the end of the story and I can confirm what you all knew already:
CALUM HAS A SCREW LOOSE
Sorry that it has taken so long to reach this point but this is my only claim to fame.