Dynamised!

This is the bolt that was unscrewed from my frame last week. Its removal means that I have been 'dynamised'. I am doing my best to live up to this description, and am feeling as dynamic as possible. Admittedly, my current sensations of dynamism are probably more to do with the fact that it is the end of term at Tonbridge. However, it is now true that there is a literal 'spring in my step'. Groan.

Encouragingly, my surgeon now feels that he can be pretty honest with me. I'm guessing my x-rays must be looking like a familiar family photo album by now. Rather less encouragingly, his more relaxed, 'chummy' style manifested itself by his looming over my leg at my last appointment, whilst vouchsafing the opinion that my x-rays were such a mess that he couldn't really tell what was going on, and that it was anyone's guess as to whether he should take the bolt out. When we agreed that it would probably be a safe bet, it was left to his registrar to do the mechanics. A nurse brought in a selection of toolboxes, and the doctor started rummaging through them looking for all the world as if he was going to do some plumbing. Why an orthopaedic outpatient's department should have a 1 1/2" spanner is a mystery that I was unable to solve. I suspected it was a form of emergency anasthaetic.

In my new, dynamised self, I was able to bounce along to a photographer last Thursday to have my injuries photographed for my solicitor. It must be quite a strange reversal of roles for a photographer to make part of his living through ensuring that his models look as bad as possible. I was entirely confused as to whether I should be smiling for the camera, or looking as miserable as I could. And the lighting had to be just right to properly capture my facial scarring at its most grusome. The leg was less of a problem. Thoughtfully, the photographer remarked that it was the worst injury he'd yet had to photograph. Which, together with the St. George's Registrar's opinion that my x-rays are amongst the worst he has ever seen, has made me feel quite special. I admit to having felt even more special when I had to take my trousers off in a photographic studio though. I know some might consider it sordid, but early on in a modelling career, you have to take whatever's available.

More to follow. William's on the rampage.