Dixie Chicks Get-Well-Soon Thread.

Update:
No more ops on the arm :)

I've just re-read the entire thread.

The memories that comes rushing back (albeit a tad meds tainted) still brings the dripdropsâ„¢ :o

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Glad you've had your last op.

You big baby.
/offers Dixie a shoulder to cry on.
 
Update:
No more ops on the arm :)

I've just re-read the entire thread.

The memories that comes rushing back (albeit a tad meds tainted) still brings the dripdropsâ„¢ :o

.

how many bloody ops did you have to go through??? :eek: well its good to know they are over ;)
 
how many bloody ops did you have to go through???

Well, technically, three.

The initial one, on the day of the accident, was to try and save it by keeping the different bits seperated and grouped together, I suppose.

The second one, shortly after, to do some prep work for the biggie (as I understand it).

The third one to insert various bits of metal and screw the whole lot together.

This one was touch and go as it seemed that is was not that successful, after all. But then, with a bit of devine intervention, it all worked out :)
 
Well, technically, three.

The initial one, on the day of the accident, was to try and save it by keeping the different bits seperated and grouped together, I suppose.

The second one, shortly after, to do some prep work for the biggie (as I understand it).

The third one to insert various bits of metal and screw the whole lot together.

This one was touch and go as it seemed that is was not that successful, after all. But then, with a bit of devine intervention, it all worked out :)

That's very scary indeed. Makes you realize just how much we really do take for granted... :(
 
Voicy, when you stare at the mess I was staring at (smashed arm, bits of bone sticking out everywhere), you switch off and engage in rational thoughts.

Who the hell can fix that?

Luckily it's my left arm.

I hope robotics are at an advanced stage.

How am I going to wipe my butt now?


Then, when it's over, you are glad :)
 
Voicy, when you stare at the mess I was staring at (smashed arm, bits of bone sticking out everywhere), you switch off and engage in rational thoughts.

Who the hell can fix that?

Luckily it's my left arm.

I hope robotics are at an advanced stage.

How am I going to wipe my butt now?


Then, when it's over, you are glad :)

So you write with your right hand and wipe your butt with your left hand?
 
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