Forgive me followers (if I have any!) for I have sinned. It is a very, VERY, long time since I visited blogger.com and there have been Significant Developments since my last "Seizure Moment" blog...

I had my right hip resurfaced on June the 24th 2014. Or it may have been the 20th. The operation was put back from January 2014 when my dicky ticker was unmasked and I had to have a pacemaker inserted for sinus bradycardia. This was done because my anaesthetist was a bit unhappy about proceeding when I had a pulse of 18 bpm. Yep, 18...!

After the operation - which in many ways such as incision and pain etc is the same as a hip replacement - I was easing gently and sensibly back into running with a goal of 3 runs a week. One 5k, one 5mile and one 10k. No more marathons and probably no more halfs. I'd got to the 3 runs a week point (2 x 1.5mile and 1 longer) and had run 5 miles on November the 30th. Pace fairly rubbish at around 11min/mile but at least I was running again. Due to ischaemic brain disease causing me significant memory/learning issues, I had been reluctantly retired (on November 28th) but that's another tale. I was intending to use my retirement to see more of my family, pursue my hobbies (running, cycling, gym, model railways, playing the french horn in bands and orchestras and - sad I know! - home making). As an epileptic who is not fit-free I don't drive but I cycle as both transport and exercise. "What" I pondered "can I do to help ease some of the driving burden and time pressure on my wife?". The answer was staring me in the face - three times a week I would do morning stables for our daughter's showjumper. A 5 mile fast ride downhill most of the way (fast twitch and cardio), turn the horse out (walk and mind games), muck out the stable (weight training) and then a 5 mile slogging ride back up to home (stamina and swearing practice). This worked a treat until December the 4th when a large white van didn't quite overtake me. I was (so I'm told) projected through the air for 45metres or so, knocked out (probably before the flight as I don't recall it at all) and sustained multiple fractures. My right collarbone looked tike a mangled stick of celery and required a 3 hour operation to reassemble it (on the 8th of December - my birthday), 5 fractures to 4 ribs, a broken and cut and fractured  thumb on my left hand (the one that operates the vital change key on a french horn...) and - you've guessed it - my right hip, just below the femoral component of the Birmingham Hip Resurfacing. I spent the next 81 days in hospital, 10 weeks of that time spent quite literally tied to the bed with traction in an attempt to save my hip joint. I came home on February the 23rd with 3 crutches, a Zimmer frame, raised toilet seats with frames and a pronounced limp. Over the last few weeks it has become obvious that the hip fracture has not actually fully mended - my foot sticks out sideways on the end of a leg that is now 3" shorter than it was. Next week, on May the 12th, I will undergo yet more surgery to convert the now useless resurfacing to a long stemmed total hip replacement. The leg will still be an inch short. As there were no other witnesses than me (and I remember nothing much) and the van driver - who did stop - the CPS have decided not to prosecute.
I am so desperate to run again but I rather think that I won't.
Anybody want to buy a bunch of X-Socks, some compression garments, technical tees and tights? Oh, and about 10 pairs of trainers in varying conditions and a rather bent Team Boardman road bike?

Pelvic X-Ray before the Resurfacing - July 2013

Same view, showing non-united fracture

Techno-speak:-

Peri-prosthetic intratrochanteric fracture

(Phone shot of consultant's PC screen)