My Injury Horror - Part 1

My Injury Horror

Hey everyone, this is the first of my blogs about my injury and my steps of returning. I'm not trying to impress anyone, or more realistically, look for sympathy, this is simply like a public diary so I can look back at how I progressed. I'm writing it on Myspace so people who (by some crazy chance haha) happen to be interested can look at it. Or even for inspiration, whatever suits you.
I suppose the first thing I should do is explain the injury, not only does this mean people who don't have a clue can find out, but it also means I can handily direct people to this page when I have to explain it for the n'th time.
It happened on Sunday 8th July 2007, and the first time I checked the time after it happened, it was 6:30pm. I was playing football at the Horseshoe in Arbours when this fat bloke took me out. He hooked my legs, my ankle folded inwards, and I fell full force on it snapping the bone completely. (I must have told this over 100 times now... Honestly) I heard the bone snap and it still scares me nearly a month on and probably will do for a good while.
(Yes boys you get your 2 minutes of fame here heh...) All the lads were really helpful. Notably Russell, Shane R and Shamus... Russell called the ambulance (don't murder me if that's wrong, it's the only bit I don't quite remember) and did a great job finding out about area around us... Road names, etc to make things easier for the ambulance. Thanks Russ.
Rentall and Shamus should feel like men hah! The ambulance took 25 minutes to arrive (my parents shouldn't even be paying taxes for this shit) and guess what, no stretcher. The guy who took me out (I think his name was Ben, but you know, I didn't really give a crap about finding out to be honest) offered to lift me to the ambulance. Hah, obviously I didn't trust him so it was left up to Shane and Shamus. You boys were heroic and I appreciate the work you did in helping me get to that damn ambulance. Yes the ambulance lady was fit, and yes she had a nice arse.
I could stick to this much detail, telling you about the colours of the hospital walls, the amount of people in the waiting room, etc. But that's not in my interests. So to cut the long story slightly shorter. I got into A&E and I had to wait for my dad to arrive as having had my X-ray I was told I was going to need surgery. By the way, the doctor at that point was some Spanish lady, and she was fine heh. A few of you reading this will probably know I'm teaching myself Spanish and I immediately tried chatting her up in Spanish. Pretty funny seeing as no-one could understand us and she didn't know quite what to say bless her. She was rather legendary though.
Due to the fact I still have growth plates in my ankle I needed to surgery otherwise my bones would be growing in all different directions and stuff, not good. Anyway essentially I had to wait 6 hours for a bed. (Taxes... why) I felt like shit that night, I left my house at about 12pm to play football but due to the accident I hadn't eaten since breakfast and had no dinner and now that I was having surgery I couldn't eat or drink until the next morning.
Next morning came and I was told my operation was pushed back to the afternoon (more hunger to kill...). I remember this so clearly, I was bored so much in hospital, my dad bought me a copy of Four Four Two magazine to read in there, that was pretty decent of him. I remember watching Sky Sports News, over and over and over again. Anyone who has watched it will know if you watch it too much, you see a lot of repetition. I'll never forget that shitty movie of Craig Bellamy in training for Liverpool every time news about his transfer popped up. I was that bored.
So I had the surgery eventually, I was in theatre for 3 hours, I felt like crap at the end. The anaesthetic was like killing me from the inside out. I stupidly took a bite out of a toastie and vomited everywhere, good stuff.
Anyway I'm missing the point. I got to go home the next day, so Tuesday the 10th. My summer has been monotonous since. I still can't walk. My next visit to the fracture clinic is 21st August. So fingers crossed.
I went out to see the lads play football as well a week or so ago. Watching them all play without being able to myself was so much torture. I'll be back eventually eh...
So 2 weeks on from the day I got out of Hospital I had to return for a checkup. I had my half cast taken off, got X-rayed, and had a full cast put on. My recovery is going very, very well. My doctor is called Kartik heh. (Nope not my mujer bonita this time haha) So I've got to go back in a month and I assume thats when my cast comes off, and I start my program to build me back up to full physiotherapy.
Anyway, as boring as that was, any of the other details are even more boring, and I won't forget them anytime soon. So this blog, it's going to detail my return to football. The sport I love more than anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm nothing special at football or anything, but I miss it so much and the eventual goal. Is for me to be able to play a whole match against Lings (Local rivals for those not in the know heh). Once I've done that I'll be happy. It's going to be a long, tough struggle. But I'll make it, I'm more determined than ever and nothing is going to stop me. (Apart from breaking my other ankle, but hey I don't want to curse myself heh)
So 23 days since my accident. There's not much I can do to spice up this blog. I haven't and can't do anything exciting. But if anything significant happens I will update it. Hopefully in a few months I can look back at this and be proud of my recovery. Plus, got to lead you boys to victory over Lings eh? Hah. Should you have ACTUALLY had the patience to read this far... Thanks for reading. :D

Nath ;)