I'd recommend tearing knee ligaments to anyone, it's fantastic. You get to do all sorts of things you otherwise wouldn't.
Ok, so there are down sides, not least the sheer number of medics who queue up to take it in turns sitting on your foot and seeing how far they can pull your lower leg away from the rest of your body. Other than that and the pain, the immobility and the inconvenience, it's pretty good.
For example, MRI scans are brilliant. Alright, so you wait 8 weeks for an appointment and then they give you 12 hours notice for one, but once you get there - oh boy! The machine has the all around hum of a tank rolling by, interspersed with very loud bangs and occasional spurts of what sound like machine gun fire. It's quite something. Because of all this noise they give you headphones. These headphones play music(ish), except this doesn't block out the noise at all really. My experience was having to lie still for 20min, laughing out loud at the surreality of being played Phil Collins' Take A Look At Me Now, Lionel Richie's All Night Long and Sexual Healing, and Diana Ross' Chain Reaction - all in what sounded like the middle of a war zone. Where else could one participate in such a this as this?
Another top note of the whole ordeal was this morning. I'm at the stage now where i took part in my first 'leg class' that the physiotherapy dept run. It was basically an hour long class of a couple of circuits of leg based exercises. It's for those approaching full recovery. The brilliant bit was at the end of the class we had a game of uni-hoc; you know, the hockey for kids, with the big plastic sticks. I played this with 5 other adults of varying ability who i'd never met before, all of whom have very serious jobs i'm sure, and all of whom completely disregarded themselves in order to join in the fun. Where else could one find an experience like this?
Torn ligaments; they're the new black.
3 December 2008
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does that mean the mighty amoss is back for the mighty baptists after the festive season
ps did you
a) win?
&
b) score?
I think it's possible it could mean just that! It depends on how things pan out in conversations with the surgeon. If they're keen to operate and i go for it, then that will obviously put me back some months again.
We did win but i didn't score. I had to sacrifice any goals i might've scored to serve the team as playmaker. I did get assists for most goals i noted, especially the winner which was from a fine cross of my making.
I am soooooo Proud of you my boy>
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