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  1. Caveman

    mixed results

    Good news: 1. Got my Mauch knee from NHS on Friday. 2. Spent rest of Friday and all of Saturday teaching able bodied people to fly in PA28 and and PA38. Happy students and a tired me. 3. Have built a big bonfire on the uneven sloping waste ground by the house - a few falls but haven't ruined self with machete of hand axe. light up after dark tonight, then a whisky and a hot bath! Not so good: went to dry ski slope this morning and tried 4- track skiing (pre-accident I was a very good skier). could side step but bugger all control. Wiped out and wrist REALY hurts. think I need to Mono-ski. looking at at a Europe trip after easter or maybe Colorado... (dosh aside!). Any links on the skiing front appreciated - not getting much response from French/austrian instsructers (my french is OK). US and canada are in different league.
  2. They want trans-tibial amputees Derek... OOPS - thanks I ought to recognise the difference between trans tibial and Femoral
  3. Caveman

    Brain Teasers

    you are all cleverer than me - or may brain is not correctly wired good stuuf
  4. I too have sent a direct email
  5. Caveman

    Upright Again.......Sorta

    :D GREAT NEWS, I was told that I might not be able to wear a prosthetic due to complications in the stump, (wrong diagnosis). I will always remember the feeling of euphoria of that first stand between the parrallel bars.
  6. Caveman

    One way to keep fit...

    bugger alll down here. just taken out a gym membership
  7. Caveman

    Brain test?

    left winger here. Used to read the "New Statesman"
  8. Caveman

    Where's everyone gone?

    Hello H, 1. Surveys in south of France, Italy an elsewhere and not much time at home. 2. Getting back to the gym 3. looking at skiing options I have... so much snow, so few legs 4. Renewing my instrument rating ( a flying thing) 5. final NHS knee tomorrow ( A Mauch) 6. reseacrhing feet 7. seeing if I can still use a chain saw 8. chilling. 9. glad to be alive 10. upgrading home cinema (toys!!) 11. trying to eat less
  9. Caveman

    Roz's Revision

    Your ideal list seems the same as mine ( though not so fussed about the pretty). It is still early days for me, but NHS budget constraints seem to be a big deal it also seams to be a postcode lottery on what will be given out. My expectation is a good allround Mauch based unit and hopefully a swim leg. I will have to go private for bells and whistles Agree 100% with the " all bolox" reference to statement of aim and delivery; same goes for phsio and other rehab issues.
  10. Caveman

    mobility

    Agree 100%
  11. my research in Europe has not found anyone that rents modified cars. have decided to make sure I can drive without the mod!
  12. Caveman

    Osseointegration Part One

    I too will do the exercises. my posture has deteriorated, tending to bottom out and tummy out (ahich has grown anyway!) I go to private osteo/phsio once a mnth for manipulation , but have been slack on exercise. PCT not interested beyond getting me out the door walking. thats not a reflection on their skill but time/budget
  13. Caveman

    powder

    having read of the adaptaskin on this site; tried it out and am very pleased with the results
  14. Caveman

    Osseointegration Part One

    cant write: understood no PCTS were prescribing the likes of the C-leg even if they had in the past
  15. Caveman

    Osseointegration Part One

    thanks for all the news Paul and good luck. Well done on getting a C-leg from PCT. my PCT refuses to go further than a Mauch as poliy and understood that no PCTs were prescribing. Any Brits out there get "high-tech" from the NHS?
  16. Caveman

    Happy Birthday Cat

    happy birthday, ..... still havent sent cards from hols in july still havent sent xmas cards still Happy New Year (in advance)
  17. Caveman

    C-Leg Foot

    I'd love to ealk too. Rheo going well merry chrinble
  18. Caveman

    Is this normal???????

    the amytriptelene worked for me in the early days (amputation Nov 06)). no phantom pain now, occasional phantom sensation. What worked best for me mas masaging the stump to reprogramme the the brain so it knows where reality stops and the anythything further down is "phantom" Big problem for me is the real pain in my messed up real knee!!
  19. Caveman

    What are you doing

    11th - still Channukah already 21st stop work 22nd entertain friends, neighbours for eats and drinks 23rd go to friends for eats and drinks 24th afternoon - go xmas shopping buy turkey etc 25th Xmas eat lots esp. xmas pudding. 27th post xmas cards have fun
  20. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped to sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " Ilove cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window. A goblin sniffed Marcia's big toe, acutely aware of the fact that the fumes may unexpectedly ignite. However...the goblin was following a sequential protocol regarding toe sniffing, by sniffing one toe, then writing his impressions down using the pen-name "Marcia della Capra", which means beautiful. Meanwhile, Sparky snickered at the turkey. The damn fool was dancing on the banquet table, loaded with scrumptious food and an unconscious JohnnyV. JohnnyV!!!! said the madly dancing turkey carcass on steroids, Muffy wants you playing the washboard and dancing the Doh-si-Doh so that Tammie and Cat, watched Neal as Marcia dyed his nose hairs blonde. The doorbell chimed, Neal screamed hideously, golly that hurt! The door creaked, and in walked Cheryl with a rubber leotard on. In her hands was a whip that Lizzie wanted to use on Jerry, aka Fivestring. Ann (eag) was trembling, Ally yelled, "NO, Shane is coming to the rescue!" Shane laughed, mwaawhaha! "What's going on, here?" cried the jolly green giant. "Where are the tiny green workers? Shane laughed again, this time farting, "they're in Munchkinland, breaking prosthetics, so their short stature would definitely be the model used next. Glinda's bubble appeared and Marcia's Oz, fainted dead away. Oh, No, No. OH YES, shouted the evil Shane. The great Oz, began to rouse; "What a nightmare!" where's my clothes? A beautiful pair of sapphire sequined work boots appeared in the mist and walked towards Oz, who cringed, "what is happening,who's watching me, where'd Lizzie go? HEY !.... Niiiiicce Boots !!!!!" Donning the boots, he walked toward the window and clicked his heels three times before he turned into something that resembled the Eiffel tower. He clicked again and turned into a wall painting of a young Elvis Presley. Thrilled with this, he decided to practice his singing of Christmas carols. "It'll be a bbbbbllue Christmas without you, I'll be so bluehoohoohoo...this Christmas." Suddenly, he lost suction. He lost what? (prosthetic to stump) and fell to the floor in a one-legged heap! "Good grief", said Charlie Brown, "Now what are you planning to do with Snoopy? Where's Red Baron?" Just then, a wonderful sound was heard coming from the other side of Linus' blanket, "Woo Whoo" cried Pigpen and Lucy. Let's build a baby. We could make a lovely, lively, little Munchkin! We will name it after Geronimo's best friend Sparky! Cherylm threw a blueprint on the table and began to undress seductively in front of all the OTHER naked people in the room. Then she paused and said, "Isn't this getting a little TOO 'alternative' for a family forum?" About that time, Elvis shows up. "I'm all shook up...her driving was absolutely, incredibly, fantastic!!!!" Sarcasm was not
  21. Caveman

    Where Y'all from

    Born and bred in brum, live in Brighton, work a lot in France
  22. Caveman

    AK mountain biker

    I used to love technical downhill riding in UK and overseas. I want a leg like this, have forwarded to to my prosthetist!. I want one!! thanks Shane
  23. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Super Member **** Group: Members Posts: 1902 Joined: 6-November 04 From: Biloxi, MS USA Member No.: 983 Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped to sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window. A goblin sniffed Marcia's big toe, acutely aware of the fact that the fumes may unexpectedly ignite. However...the goblin was following a sequential protocol regarding toe sniffing, by sniffing one toe, then writing his impressions down using the pen-name "Marcia della Capra", which means beautiful. Meanwhile, Sparky snickered at the turkey. The damn fool was dancing on the banquet table, loaded with scrumptious food and an unconscious JohnnyV. JohnnyV!!!! said the madly dancing turkey carcass on steroids, Muffy wants you playing the washboard and dancing the Doh-si-Doh so that Tammie and Cat, watched Neal as Marcia dyed his nose hairs blonde. The doorbell chimed, Neal screamed hideously, golly that hurt! The door creaked, and in walked Cheryl with a rubber leotard on. In her hands was a whip that Lizzie wanted to use on Jerry, aka Fivestring. Ann (eag) was trembling, Ally yelled, "NO, Shane is coming to the rescue!" Shane laughed, mwaawhaha! "What's going on, here?" cried the jolly green giant. "Where are the tiny green workers? Shane laughed again, this time farting, "they're in Munchkinland, breaking prosthetics, so their short stature would definitely be the model used next. Glinda's bubble appeared and Marcia's Oz, fainted dead away. Oh, No, No. OH YES, shouted the evil Shane. The great Oz, began to rouse; "What a nightmare!" where's my clothes? A beautiful pair of sapphire sequined work boots appeared in the mist and walked towards Oz, who cringed, "what is happening,who's watching me, where'd Lizzie go? HEY !.... Niiiiicce Boots !!!!!" Donning the boots, he walked toward the window and clicked his heels three times before he turned into something that resembled the Eiffel tower. He clicked again and turned into a wall painting of a young Elvis Presley. Thrilled with this, he decided to practice his singing of Christmas carols. "It'll be a bbbbbllue Christmas without you, I'll be so bluehoohoohoo...this Christmas." Suddenly, he lost suction. He lost what? (prosthetic to stump) and fell to the floor in a one-legged heap! "Good grief", said Charlie Brown, "Now what are you planning to do with Snoopy? Where's Red Baron?" Just then, a wonderful sound was heard coming from the other side of Linus' blanket, "Woo Whoo" cried Pigpen and Lucy. Let's build a baby. We could make a lovely, lively, little Munchkin! We will name it after Geronimo's best friend Sparky! Cherylm threw a blueprint on the table and began to undress seductively
  24. Caveman

    Alternative Fairytale

    Late last night, while dancing naked, I got cold feet, so I decided that I needed someone to put on a striped to sock to keep my little pinky warm. I called to find out who was around to perform this task, but everyone was recovering from a whiskey-induced hangover. They seemed extremely annoyed at being awoken, jeering at me when I screamed. "Where's my goat!" The goat was found, dyed pink, with a frilly hat, and a big smile. Not to mention the giant earring hanging from his cute white ear lobe. I took him inside the goat cheese factory where they proceeded to photograph his brilliant blue eyes. While there I had an urge to sample their soaps and lotions, which, being naked, I smothered all the photographers with my arm pits. All at once, each photographer fell under a spell, the goat escaped, cheese started melting, and I continued smearing melted cheese in my hair. The aforementioned soaps were eaten by my hungry boyfriend, Geronimo Von Mellencamp. During that time, Geronimo's wife, Muffy, learned about me and my antics with the elephant and the pygmy, as bubbles erupted in the molten cheese, I screamed " I love cheese !! But not in my whiskey sour!" Geronimo's wife immediately grabbed some ice to cool the boiling cheese, forgetting for a moment that the pygmy was standing next in line for his turn to have a nibble. The pigmy shouted, Hey broad, MOVE. Astonished, Muffy said, KISS MY GOAT!! Geronimo yelled loudly "I'm blowing bubbles" and everyone dived for cover away from the windows. The bubbles from the boiling cheese smelled like the really dirty, rotten socks you find under the cushions of your brother's hideous, purple chair!! But with a certain sweet smell to drive Tammie wild! An air freshener (subtle mushroom overtones) purchased by Lizzie, over-used by Cat, as her perfume wafted through the asylum's open window. A goblin sniffed Marcia's big toe, acutely aware of the fact that the fumes may unexpectedly ignite. However...the goblin was following a sequential protocol regarding toe sniffing, by sniffing one toe, then writing his impressions down using the pen-name "Marcia della Capra", which means beautiful. Meanwhile, Sparky snickered at the turkey. The damn fool was dancing on the banquet table, loaded with scrumptious food and an unconscious JohnnyV. JohnnyV!!!! said the madly dancing turkey carcass on steroids, Muffy wants you playing the washboard and dancing the Doh-si-Doh so that Tammie and Cat, watched Neal as Marcia dyed his nose hairs blonde. The doorbell chimed, Neal screamed hideously, golly that hurt! The door creaked, and in walked Cheryl with a rubber leotard on. In her hands was a whip that Lizzie wanted to use on Jerry, aka Fivestring. Ann (eag) was trembling, Ally yelled, "NO, Shane is coming to the rescue!" Shane laughed, mwaawhaha! "What's going on, here?" cried the jolly green giant. "Where are the tiny green workers? Shane laughed again, this time farting, "they're in Munchkinland, breaking prosthetics, so their short stature would definitely be the model used next. Glinda's bubble appeared and Marcia's Oz, fainted dead away. Oh, No, No. OH YES, shouted the evil Shane. The great Oz, began to rouse; "What a nightmare!" where's my clothes? A beautiful pair of sapphire sequined work boots appeared in the mist and walked towards Oz, who cringed, "what is happening,who's watching me, where'd Lizzie go? HEY !.... Niiiiicce Boots !!!!!" Donning the boots, he walked toward the window and clicked his heels three times before he turned into something that resembled the Eiffel tower. He clicked again and turned into a wall painting of a young Elvis Presley. Thrilled with this, he decided to practice his singing of Christmas carols. "It'll be a bbbbbllue Christmas without you, I'll be so bluehoohoohoo...this Christmas." Suddenly, he lost suction. He lost what? (prosthetic to stump)
  25. For those that wanted a look, I attach photos of my car (its a 5 series BMW - quite a lot of room in the footwell). Also have a Smart but there wasnt enough room for the blnk plate - so just keep peg leg out of the way. Changing car tomorrow, will be taking the plate with!
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