Here’s what happened.
David Versteeg and Lourens Maritz went mountainbiking. David Versteeg crashed pretty hard but due to his Dutch genetic compilation received only a small degree of physical trauma. However, upon stretching his eyelids the following morning after a fruitful period of nightly respite, he found that there was a pain in his knee that was of such a degree it empties out the depths of his, it must be said, extensive and well-balanced vocabulary. Upon denying his extreme pain, high fever, severe nausea and friends’ offer, he ingeniously and rather fortunately made it to the doctor alive. There he listened and spoken to. Armed with antibiotics, painkillers and the stares of many good people ( it is not to be denied that his attempts at walking bore more resemblance to the waddling of the hunchback of the notre dame than anything else ) he reversed his journey. To the unfortunate disadvantage of both him and other people the pain inhibited him of making use of his gears very well, but no permanent ( or financial ) damage was done.
Now, the following days showed little improved, and though one particular doctor labeled him fit and the leg healthy, the infection decided otherwise and travelled all across his upper and lower leg, swelling and turning red. His friends laughed and called him ‘elephant man’. After several calls and logistic struggles, x-rays and bags of money, a final appointment was conceived of with a doctor who knew about such things. Succesfully disoriented and late, the said David ended up with a kilometer of walking to do on his futuristic crutches. He was rightly rewarded with a hospital admission for five days so that he would be able to rest. There, he is being filled with medicins of the kind that make him vividly experience things that are not real, make him cry without much reason and kill the infection.
Success is on the way.
