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As I’ve said I want my blog to be as honest as possible, this is one of those posts… it might help someone, or you could just think ‘get over it’ either way it’s all good.

For the first time since my injury I feel properly frustrated, I’m now four and half months in casts and for some reason today I hit a bit of a wall. My leg feels good, but my Doc is still a bit like ‘if it goes again we’ll have to…’ and I’m thinking ‘that’s easy for you to say, if it goes again I’ll spend the guts of a year in casts!’. I left my job recently and have a couple of interviews coming up,  I start some freelance work tomorrow for a couple of weeks and it should be a really exciting time, but I just wish I wasn’t in a cast anymore. I’ve done everything I was told to do, and I know I was just a bit ‘unlucky’ but I am just a bit fed up with it all now. Trying to impress potential employers, but saying ‘O I can’t do this morning as I have a doctors appointment’ or ‘Do you mind if I’m late in as I have physio’ is a pain in the arse. I know these things happen though and what will be will be.

I’ve now had one Ultrasound that said I’d ruptured (at the start). An Ultrasound that said I was OK (one I paid for after they thought I might of re-ruptured). An Ultrasound that I’d re-ruptured (the second one in the hospital). An MRI that said I hadn’t (but didn’t scan far enough up the leg). Another MRI (this week to scan further up the leg). This must be enough scans for anyone.

There is light at the end of the tunnel, the Doc say another four weeks (which is about three and half ish as I type) but ‘RE-RUPTURE’ keeps flashing before my eyes.

There. I feel better. Sometime it’s good to get it off your chest, part of the reason I did a blog was to be able to do this kind of thing.

Moan over.

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This morning I went if for a check up with my Doc, I waited patiently (no pun intended) and then someone else appeared and started asking me all about my ATR. I was a bit taken aback if I’m honest and when she asked me to walk on it I was like ‘hang on, who the f**k are you?!’ (in my head of course) thankfully my Doc then appeared and I was spared from whoever it was who was clearly very keen. I’m too far along now not to be dealing with people who don’t know what they are doing. I know everyone has to learn some place, but this time, not on me.

Rant over.

My Doc had a look over me, said there might still be a slight gap in the tendon lower down the leg, so that could be something to keep an eye on, I told him I was going for an MRI in the afternoon and he said that’s good, they had stopped a bit short on the last MRI (why are people telling me this now I thought) so higher up the leg, to the calf muscle, will give a full picture. I have to believe that if my Doc was worried he’d do something about it, but I also know a lot of the ATR treatment is ‘suck it and see’ which I guess is where the human body and science meet on the other side.

So no blocks out of the boot this week which was a bit disappointing, but what’s an extra week at this stage. I’ll see him again next week, so at least I don’t have to wait two weeks this time, where he said a block will probably come out. All in all if this goes OK, it would seem another 4 weeks in the Aircast.

On the bus back I met a guy who had fractured his pelvis, and that seems a lot less ‘fun’ than an ART, he did it in Croatia, spent five days lying in hospital over there, Air Ambulance home, operation, and now has to do three months with out any weight on one leg. That is hard work. Cruthes are a pain, they don’t hate me as much as they used to, but they won’t be sending me a Christmas card put it that way.

On a lighter note when I was lying looking up at the MRI for twenty minuets it dosen’t half feel like you are being squatted over by a giant man with his trousers down. I’ll leave you with that one.

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I never answered blocked numbers, if they want me they’ll leave a message. Just had one of those and they left a message… the only problem is it was from the MRI unit at the hospital asking for me to come back in for another scan. Ahhhhhhh! I did ask should I be worried and they told me not to be, the Doc hasn’t asked for it, but radioligist just wants a scan further up the leg, more around the calf muscle, before they deliver their report.

So next Wednesday I’ll be back in, of all they things scans are the things I now hate most after the whole is it / isn’t re-ruptured thing. But what can you do?

Fingers crossed all is fine.

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So off to the hospital today for my MRI scan… 20 minuets of lying on my back doing sweet FA. Not the most challenging part of my ATR if I’m honest, well apart from the noise that sounds like dodgy German techno (I atcually didn’t realise how close is was to dodgy German techno until I hit Youtube)

I was ushered in, no stripping off for me just remove watches, keys, phone and Aircast before I got into the room. Then my leg was strapped into place, I was offered a blanket (I passed on that one) and the doing nothing was underway. After all was said and done I made a point of asking the nice lady nothing about the scan. After my last Ultrasound I was told I had full re-ruptured, only then to be told I hadn’t so I figured this time, ignorance was bliss. The images will be ready for my trip to the Doc on Wednesday morning and he can tell me the good (or bad) news then.

Physio is going well (as far as I know) and my leg feels good and more like a normal leg than it ever did… as it stands my body is telling me I’m getting there and until I know something different that’s where I am.

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So it’s all kicked off in London with a bunch of dickheads deciding to burn and loot all round them, thankfully I’ve been well away from it. Camden got a bit of trouble, but nothing like some people had to put up with. My thoughts are with people who have lost homes and business because some thugs want new Nike’s.

I’ve been glues to 24 hour news for the last few days and at times forgot that my leg isin’t working, but then the ‘clunk’ of the Aircast reminds me. Physio is getting everything a loosened up, tomorrow I can’t start back to heel raises (scary stuff again) and I visit the physio on Thursday morning to see if I can get back to a full physio routine. Still up on 4 blocks so it still a bit awkward to get around, but lest face it I’ve had plenty of practice! MRI scan on Sunday so see what that brings… nothing I hope.

If you live in London (or anywhere else the ‘protestors’ are kicking off) I hope you’re safe and look after yourself.

**Forgot the crutch feet part… I’ve been on them so long I’ve worn out two of them. Off to ebay I headed to get a new pair.**

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Today was the day I saw my Doc. After I had my ultrasound and they said it was a re-rupture, I’ve had several emotional days where I was ready for the worst.

I explained to my Doc what the ultrasound had said, and was already to get into what do we do next but he was like ‘Hang on, let me have a look’. So up on the bed, Thompson test, prodded and poked at, wriggling of feet, lying on my front legs in the air, tendon massaged, and he was like ‘I’m not so sure’. I asked what about the scan? he explained that whilst the guy who did my scan is a friend of his and very talented, but  you need a scan, to see the patient, and to listen to the patient to get a full picture and see where we are.

So the out come is that I have done some damage to the tendon, where the tendon and muscle merge (that was where my original injury was) but it’s all there and even if I asked to operate on it as it stands he wouldn’t. There wouldn’t be much he could do (due to it being tendon and mussel where the damage is). He booked me in for an MRI in a couple of weeks and told me to go back to light physio get some blood flowing round the tendon to help it heal, along with getting my other half to massage the tendon to loosen it and get the scar tissue away.

Thanks to all of you who were concerned for me, it meant alot, and I’m sorry if I seem like the boy who cried wolf, I don’t mean to. I want my blog to be as honest as possible and show the good and bad bit’s of an ATR. This has been the most emotional, confusing part of my recovery so far and if you reading this and thinking that’ll teach you to jump to conclusions, you’re right I did, hopefully this will help someone else not to. I’m off to hug people.

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