My Injury Horror - Part 2

Hola! ;). Today is the day that marks exactly 3 months from the day I broke my ankle... So what better time to update this blog :P. So there was my six weeks in the plaster cast. That was most probably the most boring six weeks of my life. I actually wished I had school or something to pass the time, it was THAT bad. It was like hell for the first week or so, but you soon get used to it. I used to have to set my alarm throughout the night just so I could take painkillers before my old ones wore off. Yup pretty bad stuff :P. There isn't much to say about the last month in my full cast. It was just purely boring, and I got by watching Prison Break. (One hell of a show BTW... I really recommend it ;) Thanks a lot to all my mates who put up with me complaining on MSN BTW, I can imagine my sympathy act got tiring after a while.. But I did try to stay as upbeat as poss! :P

Anyway the magic stuff comes once the cast came off. August 24th was the day! I was so excited I remember not being able to sleep at all... Anyway, went into the fracture clinic and into the room to have my cast sawn to pieces. (Nope the lady on hand wasn't my Latina beauty, and no her arse wasn't any good... (N))
Moving on, I got my cast cut up, (Doesn't hurt at all, the blades vibrate, not slice ;)) and lying there was my pathetic excuse of a leg. 6 weeks of sitting around watching TV really isn't good for your muscles I promise you. It was probably about as big as it was when I was 10. Plus it was kind of nasty in there, you know... Not being able to clean it for a month and all :P
So my crazy doctor walks in, Iranian bloke, decent guy, rather.. 'eccentric' though. So he starts grabbing and slapping my ankle asking me if it hurt, which surprisingly it didn't. My recovery was going at a very first rate but he got a bit crazy... So he asks me to get onto my feet and try standing with no support... Easy! ;) (Hey... I can take a leak again without leaning on a wall :P) Then he asks me to walk, and this was too much, I took one step, and I felt like my leg was just going to collapse. So they gave me my crutches back and I went home. I was told I WOULDN'T need physiotherapy, which was pretty crazy, and I should just eventually heal within time.
So this began the slow road of 'returning back to normal'. At least I could actually go out again, previously I couldn't because if my cast got wet... I was screwed. :P. So I went out for most of the rest of the day, saw most of the great people in Lumbertubs :P I also slept at Rentalls that night. I was so unfit it was unreal though, I had barely travelled at all and when I finally made it to Rentalls house (10 seconds from mine BTW :P) I was absolutely exhausted. Only thing I remember about that night was waking Rentall up because I needed a leak and couldn't reach my crutches heh.
2 days later was GCSE results day. Me being the crazy mofo that I am decided to go ALL THE WAY THERE... AND BACK... on crutches. This was actually probably the most gut wrenching exercise I've ever done. It was death without dying :|. BTW if you're accompanying someone on crutches... You really shouldn't smoke around them... It's tiring enough as it is :P. So I eventually made it and these were my results...

C in Maths
D in Business (WTF)
E in PE (WTF WTF)!
CC in Science double award
B in English language
A in English literature
A in History
B in Geography
A in R.E
B in I.T

Business I have NO CLUE, except that the coursework went missing as I had 4 teachers in one year, I got an A* in my mock and the best result in the entire school.. How the hell I ended up with a D is insane... Oh well tough shizzle. As for P.E... What a year! For Year 11 our group simply refused to do theory, we just ended up 'persuading' our teacher to do football - indoor or outdoor, instead. Didn't we suffer when our lack of theory work and coursework led to everyone in our entire group getting no higher than a D. I kinda feel sorry for people like Milo who clearly had the ability to do well but were held back by the group they ended up in, sorry man :P.
Anyway I applied for 6th form and got in. I originally chose to do Law (Me, Sid and J.Li... The rest of you can go to hell... haha just kidding.), Business (Sian Thomas I love you for your note taking skills... and yourself of course :P), Psychology (Just.. No.) and History(GENERAL CADORRRRRRNA! Private joke playas and honeys... He's one hell of an inspiration though ;)... (Want to be a Lawyer amigos :)) but I really came to hate Psychology and the extra time I gained through dropping a subject was handy... So I did. So just the 3 now, love it really, school is the shizzle. Who couldn't love the free periods, full of Streets of Rage 2 (All about Max... No arguments...) or Worms Armageddon as is the new craze (Love that game, next Monday boys... First to 9 ;)), top game.
Of course then there's Tuesdays, Footy of course ;). I don't even know why I take part to be honest, yes within around 2 months of my ankle snap I have started playing football again, I'm not any good though, I can't run for money.. Still love the lessons regardless; I even scored last week... So there's fight left in me eh :P.
So yes, on the whole, school is pretty amazing! But the ankle.. After about 2 weeks if I remember I was able to walk without my crutches. It was quite magic actually, I got outta bed, went to get my crutches, but I was just able to walk.. But it wasn't all dandy, I was walking like a cripple and a half, I felt like a little kid learning to walk, except this was my second time :(. But everyday it gradually got better. I started mucking about with the football every lunch just looking to strengthen my ankle and regain balance and it seemed to do the trick. I even climbed the school gate a few times :P. But eventually my foot has been getting stronger and stronger every day, and I'm pretty close to being back to normal.
I just need to wait for my legs to go back to the same size again, then I can start running properly again, and then I will just need to regain my fitness.. Then I can seriously play football again like normal. A day I await :). Luckily my recovery has been insanely quick, or as Sid puts it, "I'm like Wolverine" (Love it, thanks bud.) so I shouldn't imagine it is too much longer.
BTW to all you people who are already cussing me in footy because I'm not back up to 100%, I actually don't give a fuck and will be MORE than happy to rag the mother fuck outta you when I'm fighting fit again, thanks for giving me an incentive to maybe break your legs and turn you inside out more than a corkscrew. Thank you.
Thanks a lot to all of my mates who have been there for me as I go through this shit with my ankle, I REALLY appreciate it even if I don't always show it, so lads keep me laughing and cuties shake your.. booties.. It was coming :P.

Roll on the footy.. Oh and the next parties.. I can't wait ;).

I'll probably update this a lot quicker than the last one, Thank you for reading :).

Nath x