Was the last thought I had before I pushed off my longboard like had years ago thousands of times before and then my leg just popped.
Years of nonuse, and age I’m afraid left my tendon in a condition it never once was.
I can hear the sound of my Achilles rupture in the back of my head still. There’s something kind of morbid about it, that makes me skin crawl.
I injured myself on the night of April 19th. Just as the weather was getting good. I had so many plans for an active summer. All of those plans are out the window now.
I saw my surgeon today. He seemed quite positive about my outlook though. And I knock on wood as I write this. But my tear was 38%, relatively high up on my calf and he recommended I go non operative. I got my cast removed and fitted for an airboot which I’m finding oddly uncomfortable especially around my toes, and I will be non weight bearing for at least another month, and at the beginning of June I start removing wedges and can only then begin to start bearing weight.
He thinks I’ll be able to return back to work by the end of July, early August. Which is very optimistic to me right now as I am effectively still strictly bedridden. And my line of work is very active, very hands on. But I take it as good news because my income this year thanks to this injury will be taking a major hit.
He also said when I am presumably fully healed in 10 months, my injured tendon will be stronger than my uninjured one thanks to the addition of all the new scar tissue. Interesting bonus I suppose.
I was reading about these injuries. In ancient times it seems that there was no real treatment for this, and it would often cripple people for life. Thank goodness for modern medicine amiright.
I don’t mean to ramble. I’m going through this basically alone. I live alone. I’ve been alone for a while now. Agh. Dating this summer is probably a non starter too. This sucks.
Either way I figured I’d share my story with all of you. If partly for my own sanity. I extend my support to you all and this too shall pass for us.