(June 12 - June 15, 2015)
The first blog recounting my injury, was called “Kicked in the Heel”. For those that read it or heard the story about the injury, that is exactly how I described it happening; “I was kicked in the heel”. One thing that was cleared up during the initial orthopedic visit, was the fact that I actually was not kicked in the heel. The doctor said that I most likely wasn’t even touched when it happened. I texted my one boy I played with the night of the injury and asked him if I was kicked or hit or anything. Crazy as it is, except for those that have had this injury, I wasn’t kicked, touched, or punched. I went up for a layup, jumping off my right foot, and “SNAP”, the rupture occurred and down I went. It still just blows my mind, that such a strong part of the body can just rupture like that. As I started looking online for more information about this type of injury, I found that both professional and novice athletes alike, described the injury just like I did; as if they were kicked or even shot in the back of the heel.
Achilles Tendon Rupture (ATR) was the diagnosis. The surgery was now scheduled but it was still five days away. I was placed in a walking boot, which I was able to take off when resting it. I was told to keep my foot elevated as often as possible and to stay of my foot as much as possible. In the boot, I was able to walk, with a huge limp, and some pain but I was able to still get around. I even went to go see Jurassic World with my wife and son, and surprisingly felt okay. I wasn’t prescribed any pain medication, but did take Advil throughout the day, and Tylenol PM at night. Nighttime during this stretch seemed to always be the worst time. I had to sleep with the boot, which was very uncomfortable, constantly changing positions. Not working and just in general, not being able to do much, I looked for things to do. Watching TV, playing video games, writing this blog, and I even picked up my guitar for the first time in many years. I was given the instructions to be a couch potato and that is what I tried to do the most of, relaxing and staying off the foot. That is pretty much how the days were leading up to the surgery. The night before the surgery, I had to fast, not eating or drinking anything after midnight until after the surgery. My family was and still are very helpful. My wife has been amazing, catering to my every need; my Mom pre-cooked some meals for us, watched the kids, and my Step-father even had to cut my lawn for us. So many family members, friends, and co-workers have reached out with their concerns and kind thoughts, giving me all the positive support and reinforcement I need as I recover from this injury.
Surgery is next!
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June 21st, 2015 at 2:16 am - Edit
The boot my OS gave me kept me up at night, too. Try the Vaco cast. I paid out of pocket, but slept like a baby and it’s been worth every penny.
June 21st, 2015 at 11:00 am - Edit
Just looked it up online…looks friggin sweet, just too much right now for me. I really wish insurance would cover something like that. Thanks for the recommendation though!