Dad asked me to set up a 'blog' in the same way we had done when Mum had been incapacitated. We felt this was the best way to help people keep updated with Mum's progress without Dad having to repeat the same story on the phone. So, as requested, here is Dad's attempt!!
He chose the address by the way, and what follows is an account of his (in)activities...
I and 9 chums were booked for dinner at the Ship Inn in Elie. The night was snowy and stormy and we decided to park our transport in Elie High Street to walk down the hill to the harbour and restaurant due to the road conditions.
As we proceeded down the slope my feet slipped on ice under the snow and I went up in the air and landed with all my weight on my right hip bone. David and Enid helped me struggle up onto one leg and I found I could not coordinate my other leg and it seemed to be handing at a funny angle. (Shortened and externally rotated).
After a stressful period, my resourceful friends managed to summon an ambulance, which set out from Kirkcaldy through the snowdrifts. Liz and I were then scooped up and transported to A&E at Queen Margaret Hospital in Dunfermline which is the main A&E for Fife. Fortunately because of the snow they were not very busy and I was immediately examined by a charming Nigerian duty doctor. He lifted the blanket and as soon as he saw my feet lying at right angles said "Sorry Mr Murray - its a fracture". I had hoped it was just a dislocation. X-rays and medical details were then taken and I was conveyed to Ward 14, being pumped painkillers all the way.
We then had the problem of what was Liz to do because our car was still lying at our friends' in Fife and the snow was even thicker. The Nigerian doctor then showed a real Good Samaritan act and said that he was going off duty at midnight, and as he lived in Ravelston would transport Liz to Cammo. What a kind man.
