To go under the knife or not that is the question

12 days after the event I am scheduled to see the trauma clinic doctor to have the cast removed and get a boot put on. My lifelong friend drove me, hooked me up with coffee and a bite to eat while we waited 3 hours to see someone. I was having boot envy as people were coming out with cool looking casts and funky boots. Doctor took a look assigned me with a boot with the most incompetent dude in the joint. He struggled with the mechanics of the boot and was rough as guts. 

The freedom of being able to scratch is something we take for granted, as soon as the cast was off I went to town. damn it was good, my swollen ugly as looking leg was looking pretty scary though. I could have braided that shit! Once Mr Incompetent got the boot on he said " now try it out" What the hell buddy I'm not able to walk on it. Pleased to get out of there and organise my ultrasound and specialist appointment with someone who knew what was going on with my recovery. 

So managed to get ultrasound done and appointment booked for the morning. I was feeling unsure about the chances of my tendon having a good shot at healing while in the cast as it wasn't positioned properly. My new Doctor advised that my gap was 2cm long and thought the process had been compromised. He explained the gap I currently had would make it difficult to be able to take off, run, jump and my re-rupture rate was 20% compared to 2-4%. However the complications of surgery were also a big consideration. 

While I'm not going to play for the country I'm still active and love my sport with my children. Hemi is also a runner so not being able to chase him wasn't an option. Therefore surgery was booked two days later. 

I relished in the fact that I couldn't do too much more damage and had a little boot off time at night and loved the showering without the cast. I wasn't worried about going under, just wanted to give myself the best chance at having a normal operating leg again. Bring on Friday ...