Another One...
"It's 1:30 in the morning, but that's all right by me..." -CC Well it is not quite 1:30, but close enough. I just read my "Post-Bonnaroo" entry and boy do I sound like a salesman. "For those who love music, got to Bonnaroo next year! I plan on it!" Doesn't that just sound scripted? Anyways I want to talk about myself a bit I suppose.
Three weeks ago I had surgery in my right calf. To be more specific the surgery was in the lower part of the calf, more upon the achilles tendon. A month previous to the surgery I was playing basketball when I injured my tendon. The tear sounded like a large rubber band popping and was apparently heard by several friends, some up to 15 feet away! It was a nasty pain but I suppose my tolerance was high due to the other ankle injuries I have suffered.(sprained ankle primarily) But this was different and at the moment it happened I knew i needed to visit the Emergency Room. After an expensive 45 minutes, and a small peek at it by the doctor, it was assumed that I had torn a muscle in my calf. Foolish as I am I believed it and was able to continue on with my life. Just needed some time to recuperate. I went to work the next day on crutches and did what I could.
After a months time and some frustration at my lack of healing I finally decided to see an orthopedic surgeon. I scheduled an MRI and soon found out I had seperated my achilles tendon. What an ordeal! Surgery was in order and boy I was nervous despite my fassade but there was only a single problem with the surgery. The time I spent not getting it fixed was time scar tissue developed altercating the procedure lengthening it from 20 minutes to 70.
I came out drugged up and held down by a ball and chain of some strong plaster and two aluminum crutches. I am to spend 12 weeks on crutches and after two and a half I am sick of it. I am becoming..... something... but that is for a different day. I do not like this feeling of helplessness, but life goes on. I will have pics soon of me in my cast, perhaps sooner than I expect. Keep Cool Babies.
Three weeks ago I had surgery in my right calf. To be more specific the surgery was in the lower part of the calf, more upon the achilles tendon. A month previous to the surgery I was playing basketball when I injured my tendon. The tear sounded like a large rubber band popping and was apparently heard by several friends, some up to 15 feet away! It was a nasty pain but I suppose my tolerance was high due to the other ankle injuries I have suffered.(sprained ankle primarily) But this was different and at the moment it happened I knew i needed to visit the Emergency Room. After an expensive 45 minutes, and a small peek at it by the doctor, it was assumed that I had torn a muscle in my calf. Foolish as I am I believed it and was able to continue on with my life. Just needed some time to recuperate. I went to work the next day on crutches and did what I could.
After a months time and some frustration at my lack of healing I finally decided to see an orthopedic surgeon. I scheduled an MRI and soon found out I had seperated my achilles tendon. What an ordeal! Surgery was in order and boy I was nervous despite my fassade but there was only a single problem with the surgery. The time I spent not getting it fixed was time scar tissue developed altercating the procedure lengthening it from 20 minutes to 70.
I came out drugged up and held down by a ball and chain of some strong plaster and two aluminum crutches. I am to spend 12 weeks on crutches and after two and a half I am sick of it. I am becoming..... something... but that is for a different day. I do not like this feeling of helplessness, but life goes on. I will have pics soon of me in my cast, perhaps sooner than I expect. Keep Cool Babies.
posted by Christopher at 1:26 AM
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