This should be the last episode in my Chronicles of the Clavicle. I first broke mine in April by falling from my unicycle at speed. I then let it heal, started riding the unicycle again, and then re-broke it with a minor fall in June.
Today I had the best visit to the Fracture Clinic ever.
In to the hospital, down to X-ray, back to the Fracture Clinic waiting area, in to the doctor and out of the hospital in ten minutes. For any americans reading this in the midst of flying propoganda about ‘Socialised Healthcare’: this was all National Health Service provided; I don’t get left with a bill for any of it and don’t have or need any medical insurance.
As a bonus, the doctor was happy to let me photograph my x-ray image on his screen (previous times I’ve been told that it is “illegal” due to patient confidentiality, and the earlier image I obtained below was reluctantly and covertly given).
My aim now is now not to have to go to a Fracture Clinic again. I am not going to ride any fast unicycle with a chance of falling off until September, by which time I don’t plan on falling off, but I should be more robust in the event that I do. Until then I am using two wheels, and finding lots of joy in the speeds they can go down hills - something a unicycle can’t quite match.
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