Thursday, June 7, 2012 I was playing indoor soccer at Arena Sports in the SoDo neighborhood of South Seattle. My team, Real Mandarin, was taking on the Seattle Swindlers. It was a close game going into halftime and I was personally playing well and felt good. Roughly 4 minutes into the 2nd half I made a pass to the middle of the field and planted my left foot to make a run down the side for the return pass. When I pushed off my left foot I heard a loud pop and felt like someone had just kicked the back of my leg. I turned to see who fouled me but there was nobody there. This was when I realized what had just happened.
After limping out to my car I sat there with the car running for roughly 15 minutes trying not to pass out from the shock of the pain and the realization that my life just took a dramatic turn for the worse for at least the next year. After pulling myself together I was able to drive to the Swedish Hospital emergency room which is located in my own neighborhood of Ballard in North Seattle.
As I walked into the ER waiting room I was luckily the only patient there. I told the receptionist that I had just torn my Achilles and everyone in the room seemed amazed that I was able to drive myself to the ER without passing out. They sat me down in a wheel chair and rolled me back to see a doctor. It took the ER doctor roughly 20 seconds to diagnose me with a complete Achilles rupture and suggested that I make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon the next day.
Those of you that have suffered this injury know exactly what I mean when I say that the sound and feel of a complete Achilles rupture is the stuff of nightmares and I’ve relived it in my head every few hours since it happened.