You have my sympathy mate.
I broke my tib and fib playing rugby in 1958, man with a sponge came on and I told him my leg was broken…..he looked and shook his head, no it’s not broken, I protested that I’d heard it break but he convinced me a 14 year old he was right, so I stood up and tried to walk…the leg folded out sideways and I felt physically sick.
Off to hospital, plaster of Paris up to top of thigh. My leg looked curved when the plaster had set.
Go home and come back in 6 weeks they said.
6 weeks later they looked and said…this leg is bent, we might have to break it again, I’d didn’t fancy that as a friend had recently had his forearm re broken and he told me it hurts when they do it. No anaesthetic for these things in those days apparently.
The nurses and Docs. huddled together and whispered in the corner.
They decided to make a cut in the outside of the plaster from the front of my leg, round the side and finish at the back, then a nurse put her knee on the inside of my leg, got hold of my ankle area and pulled, this opened a gap on the out side, they then put a piece of cork in the gap and plastered over it. Come back in another 6 weeks they said.
6 weeks later they took the plaster off and my leg was nice and same shape (But opposite hand or leg) to the other one. So total 12 weeks with plaster to top of thigh. Prob. do things differently now.
Good result.
Ken.