The 3 Day Ankle Journey

The crazy week I’ve had seemed like it needed a recap, so here I go. Wednesday 8/6/2011, I landed on another players ankle playing mens basketball, rolled and heard 3 cracks, 38 seconds left to go in the game. Immense pain and the feeling of vulnerability, as nobody in that moment knows what you’re actually dealing with. Arrived at the hospital around 11pm, after driving up with dad. We don’t really talk a whole lot, but we had a good chat once I was admitted, and he calmed me down, with a very reassuring tone. I had to spend the first night in the Emergency ward, where everyone in a serious state is placed, as there was no beds for me to stay. Let me tell you this, you never appreciate your own bed more, ever, than when you are truly trapped in a jungle of screams and pain, with a curtain wall. Surgery was on the thursday, (a plate and 9 screws) and afterwards I was moved into a room with 3 older patients, with whom one immediately made an impact. His name was Robin Cornell, he was old, covered in bruises with a bloodied eye, but you wouldn’t know it from his calming voice. His presence in my room and general happiness opened my eyes to the world of pain people go through, and it answers the question why I’m taking this so well. Theres always somebody worse off than you, and how you deal with it is the rawest shape of character you can show. Anyways, I’m in bed, 2nd night at home, and thought I’d spill on the last few days of this adventure I had so I could mainly remember myself in a few weeks. Here’s to the road of recovery, and getting back. As Robin said, “They probably won’t let you play with crutches.”   C.f