A fraction of a second after shredding my ankle I felt this weird,almost electric, tingle up the outside of my leg. I began to form a thought along the lines of ‘ I have a bad feeling about this’ when the pain arrived. There was no more attempt at thought for quite a while.
While writhing in agony prior to being carried off the pitch by my teammates I did have one concern though and it led to a thought of sorts. Through mentally gritted teeth I said to myself ‘ I bet this is when I get the call about the job’.
The rest of my Saturday night was spent in the ER doing my Irish-Transplant-In-Appalachia stand-up (in a wheelchair) routine. I was a bit more of a grouch than usual…just a bit. The staff didn’t seem to mind and eventually released me into the sweet embrace of Vicodin. Sunday passed in a bit of blur to be honest.
Monday morning I get the call to report to my new job on Friday. Hooray,Shit,Hooray,Shit,Hooray,Shit.Being lovely people and this being an airline I want to retire from I hobbled up to see them on Wednesday thinking they would have mercy on my crutchy arse. I need not have worried. They were happy to give me a two-week deferment on my start date. Very much-needed as a follow-up visit and MRI had the docs laughing at me when I asked if I could start this week. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself in the MRI until I had a think about the last person to be scanned. Maybe they,or the person to come after me, have something truly heavy to deal with. I won’t die from a sprained ankle no matter how many ligaments are banjaxed.
Definitely a bit of a win there.
Update: A very tidy Canadian doc had a look at me this morning and cleared me for action. No surgery is needed and I’m off the crutches. No sports (bah!)for 12 weeks and I have to wear a goofy boot/brace for a while longer but I’m OK for work next week. Huzzah!
I was forced to use a motorized scooter at the grocery store the other day and I felt like an utter pillock. Still as I’ve mentioned before it was a chance to change perspective and learn a bit of humility.
yikes, yikes, yikes! another good thing: a sprain is better than a break… ;~D all the best to you, sugar! xoxoxoxo
By: savannah on 02/05/2010
at 05:18
Indeed it is. I wasn’t convinced it wasn’t fractured until the MRI confirmed it. X-rays are only as good as the person reading them and I could see a harried ER doc missing a hairline one. I dreamed that theory up when the pain and swelling got worse during the week. I’ll be grand though. Too ugly and old to die young etc.
By: Deviatrix on 02/05/2010
at 09:36
What were you playing? Soccer, American Football or Hurling?
By: Kim Ayres on 02/05/2010
at 17:03
Kim, I was playing soccer as they say in these parts. Or ‘Fitba’ round your way.
No matter what it’s called I won’t be doing any more of it for about 6 months.
No fool like an old fool
By: deviatrix on 02/05/2010
at 20:20
No wonder they want you with such a great outlook.
Hope it mends quickly.
By: Pat on 05/05/2010
at 10:45
Aha, there you are on the apron. And up she flew!
By: Conan Drumm on 07/05/2010
at 08:54
Thank you Pat. I got the OK from the doc this morning.
Please don’t take this the wrong way but I caught an episode of ‘Foyle’s War’ last night and it put me in mind of you.
Ah. Conan. Ol’ Pal. Great to have you aboard again. Seriously.
By: deviatrix on 07/05/2010
at 13:01
I’m not au fait with it but MTL likes it. He says it’s old fashioned so you got that right:)
By: Pat on 14/05/2010
at 03:54
Argh! Sounds horrid! Take her handy, it sounds very sore. x
By: Fresh Blade on 17/05/2010
at 12:34
Foyle’s War is marvelous! (total aside i know)
BUT, how are you? what’s up? send email…
xoxox
By: savannah on 19/05/2010
at 15:33