Slato’s Achilles Blog

So after the game briefly stopped to get me side lined, the hotel managed to get hold of a wheel chair and pushed me to reception. Being in a foreign country on holiday I knew this was not a good start. My wife rounded up the kids, my passport and some cash while the hotel called for a taxi. I was advised a taxi would be quicker than an ambulance. The nearest Hospital was only a 15 minute cab away and luckily A&E wasn’t too busy. After booking in and waiting for 10 minutes I was seen by a nurse who took some details and pushed me along to see the Doctor.

The Doctor didn’t speak any English but it didn’t take too long for him to see my achilles was ruptured and wheeled me into another room which just contained a table, a chair and a phone. He made a call, spoke alot of Spanish and passed the phone to me. An English speaking lady then asked me if I wanted an operation or would prefer to go back to the UK and have the operation at home.  After asking the question I was told they could operate in two days, I would then be in hospital for another two days and then couldn’t fly for a further two days. Seeing as I was due to go home in four days I was sure going home would be the best decision. They then completed some paperwork, put me in a half cast from knee to toe, gave me an injection for the pain and sent me on my way.