Cycling in Geneva II

Portable chop-sticks, whip 'em out, away you go. Not so easy to put back in

This is an update to my Cycling in Geneva post that featured some lamentations on the dangers of tram tracks. On the right is my wrist as it looked a few days ago after I'd had surgery to repair a torn ligament, note the two pins sticking into it. They are  holding some bones in place, and making sure my new ligament doesn't suffer damage.

What you can see is the result of me getting my front wheel stuck in a tram line and going over the handle bars. I didn't think much of it, but subsequent handshaking by an over-enthusiastic man with a beard and too many power cleans followed by pull-ups, sadly did for a wrist that I thought was only "a little bit sore".


This post is also related to my comments last month on health care in Geneva, this is the diagnosis and treatment at which we finally arrived after my experience of the radiographer's incompetence. Thankfully my orthopaedist recognised my need for a hand expert, and the hand guy seemed happy to do his job. The radiographer is now a distant memory, until of course my insurance company messes up.

The hand guy was able to operate on me inside two weeks, in a private clinic - the food was even edible! So in the end I have to say, I'm at least pleased with the Doc and his team who fixed my hand. Just eight weeks in plaster and another four months re-hab until I'm back to normal! Sadly no Luke Skywalker style hand.