Just before my recent amputation, my leg had become extremely painful and stiff. And when I say stiff, I mean locked in a 90 degree angle unable to be moved. Limited to crutches, I was more less toting an inoperable leg. That’s why amputation has actually been a relief; now I maneuver more stealthily without pain or a clumsy useless leg getting in the way. However, the question that has been weighing on my mind is, how much did my leg weigh? Prior to surgery I weighed in at 183.5 lbs. Yesterday I had an appointment with Palliative Care to discuss my pain medications, and I finally had the opportunity to weigh in again; the result…166.5 lbs. Sorry to the Ginna training department for not using value/unit/trend, I’ve had a hard time letting that habit go and listen for a bell every time. Therefore I conclude that my right leg weighed 17 lbs, so for the average male that would be about 9% of total body mass. I found this to be much lower than I would have expected, but still an excellent form of weight loss. For those analytical types, I agree there are several other variables that could create error, but roughly speaking, there you have it!
After a very informative appointment with Dr. Quill, and a solid pain management plan established, Johnny Z and his Uncle John stopped over for lunch. Uncle John is a mechanical whiz and can do just about anything with motorcycles. It was an excellent opportunity to learn about modifications that could keep me riding on two wheels. We discussed several possibilities, but they all seemed to take away the excitement, freedom, and character that makes motorcycles so great. For now, I’m just excited about driving the Volvo into some untraveled terrain. Meanwhile I can ponder the options; I still see Shannon and I bombing down Lake Rd on an old military style bike with a side car both dressed in army fatigues, Shannon in the sidecar as the gunner.