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<blockquote data-quote="trinityroyal" data-source="post: 276313" data-attributes="member: 3907"><p>In the summer of 1972, I ran through the plate-glass storm door at the front of our house, and carved my leg up very badly.</p><p></p><p>The 2 paramedics who arrived with the ambulance to take me to the Children's hospital seemed a bit taken aback by the strange little girl asking them all about the muscular structure, ligaments, bones etc. that were all laid bare by the injury, but one of them was so patient in answering all of my questions. Human anatomy was my obsession at the time, so I had a LOT of questions... </p><p>Trinity: "That white thing there. Is that my leg bone?" </p><p>Para: "Yes, it is." </p><p>Trinity: "Tibia or fibula?" </p><p>Para: "I'm not sure, but I suspect it's your tibia, given the angle of the wound." </p><p>That sort of thing.</p><p></p><p>When we arrived at the hospital, and I was being rushed on a gurney through Emergency, I heard the paramedic who'd been answering all my questions say to the Head Nurse, "Dr. T still around? You might want to get him down here STAT."</p><p></p><p>The Head Nurse paged Dr. T, and they got him down to the operating room where they worked on my leg. It took hours to put everything back in place and sew me up. I was awake for the whole surgery and felt every stitch.</p><p></p><p>I found out years later that Dr. T was the Chief Orthopaedic surgeon at the Children's Hospital, and the only person in the province who could have successfully performed that surgery. Lots of reconstruction of arteries, nerves, ligaments, tendons, etc. If any other doctor had bee on duty that night, or if the paramedic hadn't asked for Dr. T, it's likely that they would have just amputated my leg from just below the hip and called it a day.</p><p></p><p>Many days I look at the large hook-shaped scar that is still clearly visible just below my knee, and marvel.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="trinityroyal, post: 276313, member: 3907"] In the summer of 1972, I ran through the plate-glass storm door at the front of our house, and carved my leg up very badly. The 2 paramedics who arrived with the ambulance to take me to the Children's hospital seemed a bit taken aback by the strange little girl asking them all about the muscular structure, ligaments, bones etc. that were all laid bare by the injury, but one of them was so patient in answering all of my questions. Human anatomy was my obsession at the time, so I had a LOT of questions... Trinity: "That white thing there. Is that my leg bone?" Para: "Yes, it is." Trinity: "Tibia or fibula?" Para: "I'm not sure, but I suspect it's your tibia, given the angle of the wound." That sort of thing. When we arrived at the hospital, and I was being rushed on a gurney through Emergency, I heard the paramedic who'd been answering all my questions say to the Head Nurse, "Dr. T still around? You might want to get him down here STAT." The Head Nurse paged Dr. T, and they got him down to the operating room where they worked on my leg. It took hours to put everything back in place and sew me up. I was awake for the whole surgery and felt every stitch. I found out years later that Dr. T was the Chief Orthopaedic surgeon at the Children's Hospital, and the only person in the province who could have successfully performed that surgery. Lots of reconstruction of arteries, nerves, ligaments, tendons, etc. If any other doctor had bee on duty that night, or if the paramedic hadn't asked for Dr. T, it's likely that they would have just amputated my leg from just below the hip and called it a day. Many days I look at the large hook-shaped scar that is still clearly visible just below my knee, and marvel. [/QUOTE]
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