Times flies when you're doing fuck all.
If I was naming my blogs, that'd what I would call this one.
I've started reading Concrete Island by JG Ballard, and I'm not too sure if this is the kind of thing I should be reading in my present state. Basically it is about a guy that gets stranded on a small piece of land between several motorways, injures himself and has to survive, and this piece of land becomes his island. Basically a contemporary Robinson Crusoe for the Postmodern era.
He is secluded from the rest of society and loses track of the amount of time he has spend on the island, wasting away days by trying to escape his modern prison, but of course he has injured himself so this makes it tricky.
I can kind of relate to him in a sense, as at the minute, my parents house has become my island, within which I am currently existing, unable to leave due to an injury. I am cut off from what I would consider society, in real terms. Not the society that exists over the internet or through a variety of group messages and 'Snapchats', but real life interactions with people other than the four other people I share this house with. I miss socialising over gin, and complaining about the weather in Manchester, I miss the society that exists within Manchester, the culture, the people, the penny whistle man from Market Street. I am aware I am talking about Manchester as if it is some far off country I visited once, for two weeks, and may never return to. But I consider Manchester home and I am feeling somewhat homesick.
In respects to Robert Maitland, and Concrete Island, I haven't yet lost track of days, as I am continually counting the days between one hospital appointment and the next, but I have lost track of the importance of weekends. To me, everyday is the weekend.
Some might say that I am lucky for having so much time on my hands, and that they would kill for this amount of free time, but believe me, as soon as I am back on my feet and back in Manchester I will never again be spending copious amounts of time in bed, procrastinating, killing time.
Maybe I should slow down of the Ballard for the meantime.
In regards to my actual accident, (6 weeks on Friday, since my surgery) I have now had my treatment referred to my local hospital, and had an x-ray taken, and been told my right leg cannot bear weight for another 4 weeks, when I have another x-ray, when hopefully the bone will of shown signs of healing, and I can begin my physiotherapy to start putting weight on my leg. My physiotherapy currently is focusing on building back the muscles that were damaged during my surgery, and making sure they are being used despite me not really being able to use my leg.
The orthopaedic Doctor also informed me, that my rehabilitation will take 2 years in total, and it is at roughly the two year mark they will be able to tell if the bone has healed properly or if I will have to get a full hip replacement, due to the blood supply being cut off. Wherever I have read articles relating to this though, or in fact anything to do with hip-surgery, they have always been aimed at older people, and whenever they refer to 'younger patients' that generally means people below the age of 80, yet above the age of 65. So it's anyones guess what the odds of me getting a full hip replacement are. I'm staying optimistic.
I haven't wrote anything about photography, in this blog, because I've been too immersed in Concrete Island too, but next time I will. Maybe.
I haven't taken any photographs either this week, so have my x-ray instead. (You're probably already sick of seeing it.)
P.S. EyE dOwNt gIvE aY FuK aBoWt ThE GrAmMer & spEliNg nEmoRE.
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