|My left leg and its new companion, the Orthofix, at the start of another 3 hour session.|
After a visit with the surgeon it transpires that I have what is commonly know (to them) as a 'delayed-union'; this is where a bone fracture begins to heal but then slows or stops altogether, leaving the healing process at a greatly reduced rate or a complete stop.
So, this gizmo I've been given helps to stimulate bone growth via PEMF stimulation (Pulsed Electromagnetic Field). Apparently electrical fields have been used to heal bones since the mid-1800s. However, it wasn't until the 1950s that scientists made an important discovery. When human bone is bent or broken, it generates an electrical field. It is this low-level electrical field that activates the body's own repair mechanism, which in turn stimulates bone healing.
The Orthofix PEMF bone growth stimulator generates a uniform, low-level, pulsed electromagnetic field similar to the electrical field generated by the body. Application of PEMF directly to the fusion or fracture site helps activate and augment the body's natural healing process to enhance bone fusion.
|The scar site. Note shaved area - I did this to see if my leg WAS still bruised. Yes it is, 12 weeks later.|
Personally, I'm disappointed to have the need for this device as in the past I've been such a good, strong and pretty fast healer, but this time round it seems to be a whole new ball game. I've started my exercise regime of the 10x10x10 repitions x 5 to begin the process of strengthening all muscles throughout my body, especially my legs and glutes.
This routine consists of 10 squats with a 4kg medicine ball, then striaght down tothe floor for 10 crunches, then flip over for 10 push-ups, and this is repeated 5 times with as little rest as possible. Some time ago I posted about this session on my blog and listed the time I was able to complete this cycle in, which was somewhere around 3 minutes 30-40 seconds.
Now it takes me the best part of 15-20 minutes. Crazy how things change.
But my legs are getting stronger, muscle mass is returning and I can almost do a complete heel lift on my left foot. The strange thing is, I've been having the weirdest dreams about running. I've never had dreams about running - not as a fitness thing, being chased by some nightmare, yes, but not running as in a recreational sense?
Funnily, one night I had a dream of running through this industrial area and recall thinking within the dream, 'I don't recognise this place... oh, and hey! I'm pain-free and can run!', and having that lovely sense of freedom I used to get when I did a lot of running, wash over me. A couple of nights later I have yet another dream about running, and I'm going through the same area, but this time I recall thinking, 'I recognise this place... I was running through here in my last dream.' Bizarre.
Now I'm just concerned about work, as the surgeon has signed me off for a further 6 weeks, which will make a total of 18 weeks off work. Roughly at the 10 week stage I received a letter from my work requesting I call my dept manager. I did. She is, at best,a volitile personality who flips from being all smiles to F-bombing the crap out of a situation with minimal people skills and likes to get her own way if at all possible. So after a lot of to-and-fro during the phone conversation I asked her to tell me, in a nutshell, what I was looking at. She said, "Return to work or hand in your notice."
Uncharacteristically, this has caused me no end of worry, even though the union have been gobsmacked by her words and have reassured me I have nothing to worry about. Still, it makes for an awkward return from a situation not of my doing, and puts a damp squib on this Christmas - hence my seeking comfort in the arms of another. See the picture below.
|"Hello, my pretty." Name the film that dialogue came from, and which character said it?|
Roll on 2015. Let's see what greatness the new year has in store for us, shall we. Onwards and upwards, people.