Stay safe out there chaps!

Home now.
Operation was tricky and took longer than expected.
Was a slightly surreal experience, to be honest.
I'll share the story when I'm feeling a bit brighter. Perhaps you chaps will believe me. My family don't.
Rest up buddy 👍🏻
 
Glad to hear that you are home . It’s nice to see so many stepping forward to share their stories about incidents that have occurred. I myself had a slip with my knife whilst graloching a fallow but didn’t fancy posting just because of the embarrassment. Just above the knee, it was only 30mm and clean cut , but I had cut through most of the tendon ( the doc couldn’t understand how I managed to walk) . Anyway four days in hospital and an op on my knee and 6 weeks rest , the 6 weeks rest didn’t quite happen. The worst thing for me was entering the hospital and having to explain what had actually happened, the anties walk amongst us , . I did manage to get the deer home , in the chiller , pre warned the wife before I cleaned the rifle and locked it away, then entered the front door, where wifey was waiting with a stool for me to sit on while she had a look at the wound and then I past out !! . Keep your chin up pal there is light at the end of the tunnel 👍🏻
 
Glad to hear that you are home . It’s nice to see so many stepping forward to share their stories about incidents that have occurred. I myself had a slip with my knife whilst graloching a fallow but didn’t fancy posting just because of the embarrassment. Just above the knee, it was only 30mm and clean cut , but I had cut through most of the tendon ( the doc couldn’t understand how I managed to walk) . Anyway four days in hospital and an op on my knee and 6 weeks rest , the 6 weeks rest didn’t quite happen. The worst thing for me was entering the hospital and having to explain what had actually happened, the anties walk amongst us , . I did manage to get the deer home , in the chiller , pre warned the wife before I cleaned the rifle and locked it away, then entered the front door, where wifey was waiting with a stool for me to sit on while she had a look at the wound and then I past out !! . Keep your chin up pal there is light at the end of the tunnel 👍🏻
Bloody Nora buddy 🥺
 
Just spotted carcass hoist over my bed :scared::scared::scared:
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This gave me a bit of a chuckle.......
Many years ago, I was working in a ward and we had admitted a chap who had been acting ....err....strangely..... He denied he had any problems and didn't have any dependencies on on drink or drugs(!).
A bit later that evening, we heard a bit of an odd noise and had the vision of this self same chap using his bed as a trampoline and holding on to the curtain rail (when he could reach it), all we could see was his head bobbing up and down over the partition of the bay......... Nope, not a problem at all.....
A few days later, he was much better thankfully, but the curtain rail....not so much...... Not much load bearing strength at all!
 
Can't wait for @VSS latest report

Not much to say really, but no doubt it was a strange experience, and my family think I'm making it up!

So, there I was sitting in the waiting room in the ward on Friday morning. A nurse called me through to do some pre-op paperwork. Among all the blue- and green-gowned nurses etc was a bewhiskered tweed-clad fellow who introduced himself as the surgeon who'd be operating on me. Consulting his notes, he looked at me and said "Ah, you're the chap with the deer!"
Turned out he's a keen stalker!
At this stage I was intending to have a general anaesthetic, but he pointed out that if I opted for a local we could carry on with our chat while he carved me up, so that's exactly what happened and, what's more, the rest of the theatre staff joined in with what was clearly a fascinating topic to everyone present.
We got onto rifles and calibres (he uses a Ruger falling block single shot); the pros and cons of free floating versus bedding; home slaughter (he fattens his own pigs and kills them himself); road kill (he's got a muntjac in his freezer that he gralloched at the roadside using surgical scissors); wildfowling (something he was looking forward to over the Christmas period); venison quality during the rut, and many more such topics of conversation.
The operation proved to be the most difficult of its kind that he'd undertaken (apparently he was expecting it to be done and dusted in 25 minutes, but it was nearer to a couple of hours before I was back on the ward), but with such interesting conversation the time didn't drag.

I only regret that I never asked him if he's a member of this site.
If he is, I hope he reads this thread, steps forward and identifies himself.
Either way, I am grateful, not only for the repair job on my hand, but for a couple of hours of good company during what, for me, was a very worrying time.
 
So a few nice compression blood clotting packs in the bag or pockets on your Xmas list then mty
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Or

Israeli Bandage, 3 Pack 6 Inch Vacuum Sterile Compression Bandages Hemostatic Dressing, Emergency Tourniquet Bandage for First Aid Emergency Battle Self-Rescue Large Wound Trauma Dressing or very good.

 
Not much to say really, but no doubt it was a strange experience, and my family think I'm making it up!

So, there I was sitting in the waiting room in the ward on Friday morning. A nurse called me through to do some pre-op paperwork. Among all the blue- and green-gowned nurses etc was a bewhiskered tweed-clad fellow who introduced himself as the surgeon who'd be operating on me. Consulting his notes, he looked at me and said "Ah, you're the chap with the deer!"
Turned out he's a keen stalker!
At this stage I was intending to have a general anaesthetic, but he pointed out that if I opted for a local we could carry on with our chat while he carved me up, so that's exactly what happened and, what's more, the rest of the theatre staff joined in with what was clearly a fascinating topic to everyone present.
We got onto rifles and calibres (he uses a Ruger falling block single shot); the pros and cons of free floating versus bedding; home slaughter (he fattens his own pigs and kills them himself); road kill (he's got a muntjac in his freezer that he gralloched at the roadside using surgical scissors); wildfowling (something he was looking forward to over the Christmas period); venison quality during the rut, and many more such topics of conversation.
The operation proved to be the most difficult of its kind that he'd undertaken (apparently he was expecting it to be done and dusted in 25 minutes, but it was nearer to a couple of hours before I was back on the ward), but with such interesting conversation the time didn't drag.

I only regret that I never asked him if he's a member of this site.
If he is, I hope he reads this thread, steps forward and identifies himself.
Either way, I am grateful, not only for the repair job on my hand, but for a couple of hours of good company during what, for me, was a very worrying time.
Brilliant 👍🏻.
Was a prognosis hinted at?
 
You have obviously been through the mill and come out the other side so relax over Christmas and thank your lucky stars that everything has gone so well as it could have all gone so very wrong when the knife first slipped.

Have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year in 2025 to you and All your Family.

Wishing you a speedy recovery.
 
A salutary story, glad you're on the mend @VSS.

Prompted me to upgrade my kit by adding celox gauze. Bit disappointed to find a use by date of 2027 on the gauze that arrived yesterday, anyone know a seller that can offer the full 5 year shelf life? Or can quote the use by date for what you're buying?
 
Not much to say really, but no doubt it was a strange experience, and my family think I'm making it up!

So, there I was sitting in the waiting room in the ward on Friday morning. A nurse called me through to do some pre-op paperwork. Among all the blue- and green-gowned nurses etc was a bewhiskered tweed-clad fellow who introduced himself as the surgeon who'd be operating on me. Consulting his notes, he looked at me and said "Ah, you're the chap with the deer!"
Turned out he's a keen stalker!
At this stage I was intending to have a general anaesthetic, but he pointed out that if I opted for a local we could carry on with our chat while he carved me up, so that's exactly what happened and, what's more, the rest of the theatre staff joined in with what was clearly a fascinating topic to everyone present.
We got onto rifles and calibres (he uses a Ruger falling block single shot); the pros and cons of free floating versus bedding; home slaughter (he fattens his own pigs and kills them himself); road kill (he's got a muntjac in his freezer that he gralloched at the roadside using surgical scissors); wildfowling (something he was looking forward to over the Christmas period); venison quality during the rut, and many more such topics of conversation.
The operation proved to be the most difficult of its kind that he'd undertaken (apparently he was expecting it to be done and dusted in 25 minutes, but it was nearer to a couple of hours before I was back on the ward), but with such interesting conversation the time didn't drag.

I only regret that I never asked him if he's a member of this site.
If he is, I hope he reads this thread, steps forward and identifies himself.
Either way, I am grateful, not only for the repair job on my hand, but for a couple of hours of good company during what, for me, was a very worrying time.
Ha, Tim,
No doubt at all….the work expanded to take up the time available for its completion!
All down to the good conversations going on.
GWS.
Ken.
 
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The great, and late, wildfowler James Robertson Justice. I remember him and his punt terrorising wild fowl, and wild fowlers, around the wash. Kept his boat at Sutton Bridge and stayed at the Long Sutton Bull - as I did. Fabulous man. Often acted the part of the great surgeon Sir John, I think, Spratt, but I fear that his actual medical skills were probably lacking.
 
JRJ shot with a friend of my father’s and, from what I can gather, shot whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted!
 
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