Jennish’s AchillesBlog

On Saturday the 13th, while attending a very tame bridal shower, I took one step too many. Between lifting my left leg to take a stride, and setting my foot down again, I felt and heard a tremendous pop. My foot just flopped about, and I couldn’t control it anymore. I swear I could feel the tendon slide up inside my calf. My girlfriends rushed me to the ER, where the doc gave a quick pinch to the back of my calf and confirmed that the achilles tendon I’d never given a moments thought had decide to quit.

I feel rather sorry for the x-ray technician. A pain med was administered barely two minutes before he showed up and began to muscle my leg into positions that are difficult enough to achieve with a fully functioning leg, let alone one that is structurally damaged. I was not polite during the procedure.

Next to see me was a cheerful individual with a cart of bandages to splint the leg. Through my blurry, medicated vision I thought I read the word “comfortable” on the bandage box. Unfortunately, upon closer inspection, the word was revealed to be “conforming.” Most definitely not comfortable.

Surgery was scheduled for Monday the 15th, and home I went. Time elapsed from injury to home was just about 5 hours.

I’d love to hear from anyone else who was doing something boring when their rupture occured.