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

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 ;)