So after 2 weeks, I finally convince my primary care physician that I need to see a specialist. The orthopedic specialist takes about 10 seconds to figure out that I tore my achilles and I’m sent for an MRI. I get rushed into surgery the day after the doc reviews the MRI results because my tendon is hanging on by a thread and I’m already 3 weeks out from the injury date already.
Didn’t know what to expect post op. What I got was a splint, a purple sock and whole lot of pain and swelling. I can’t tell exactly where the pain is coming from, but sometimes it reaches a level that is almost unbearable. Just when I think the pain is getting under control, I adjust my leg a bit and the pain comes rushing back again. They say the pain subsides after a couple of days. All I know is that Norco is my friend right now. I take 1 of those every 4 hours and an aspirin a day to keep my blood thin to avoid blood clots. Going to keep the leg propped up and listen to my wife this time.
May 14th, 2012
So I signed up for a men’s basketball league. I just wanted to start playing the game I love and get some exercise. It’s the 4th game of the season and I’ve already missed the previous game because I was nursing a hyper-extended thumb. I’m determined not to miss another game. But since I was out, someone else took over my starting position, which was fine with me. Except, I’m usually playing in the game right after warming up.
This time I warm up and go straight to the bench and sit out the first 10 minutes of the game. I’ve been watching this whole time and can’t wait to get in. So I finally get in the game and run back on defense. A shot goes up and our team grabs the rebound. I stop my backpedal, brace myself to run to the offensive end and all of a sudden somebody kicks me in the back of the leg with all their force. I turn around to see what in the world is going on. There is nobody there but the ref and he’s 10 feet away. The ref takes one look at my face, blows the whistle and yells “Injury time out.” I’m confused at this point. Who’s injured? I try to take a step and my foot doesn’t work. Yeah…….i’m who’s injured.
I hop off the court with the help from some random guy (where are my teammates?). I sit on the bench and reach to feel my tendon but can’t find it. I feel no pain, but psychologically I’m absolutely devastated. Did I really just do what I think I did? Random guy helps me to my truck. It’s my left foot, s0 I can still drive. Random guy says, “Don’t be a tough guy and think you can ice this and walk it off. Go to the emergency room and get this taken care of. It’s serious.” I tell him I will.
So off to the emergency room, right? Not exactly. Despite the protests of my wife and parents, I decide I’ll sleep it off, go to work the next day and setup an appointment to have it looked at when I get the chance.
May 14th, 2012