Feb 02

I had an operation last month. I wouldn’t recommend it.

Back in October I was playing football / soccer when I got a kick on the leg. To be fair, I’m not sure it was a kick now. I had ruptured my Achilles, although I didn’t know that at the time, but it seems with nearly every Achilles injury, the injured player is convinced he had been hit or kicked. That’s how it feels, when most of the time it just goes.

The referee gave a free-kick (from which we scored incidentally), but I do remember some of the players – even on my own team! – thinking I had dived. So maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t, makes no difference really.

I hobbled around for a couple of months, finally caved and went to a doctor. He told me I needed surgery if I ever wanted to jog and / or play again.

So on January 9 I had the op. They slice open the back of your leg and tie the severed Achilles back together. I was in plaster for two-and-a-half weeks, now I’m in a boot. I can’t put any weight on it for two months, and can’t drive for three months. Fun, eh?

I’ll let you know how I’m getting along in a month. Being 50 is terrible…

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