2nd follow up

Stitches were taken out today. Another baby step to recovery.

Been hearing some bad news from various sources though. Lower limps take 12 to 24 weeks to heal.

Really fucks me up a little bit.

Day 13

Extremely excited today.

For a few reasons.

I am going to be out tomorrow! Although it just a trip to the hospital for my second follow up, but the idea of going out makes my blood rushing.

Another reason to be excited is... well, actually more afraid than excited. The stitches are to be removed tomorrow.

I have absolutely no idea how is it going to be like, or how is it going to feel like. And more importantly,  do I need to go through another stint of strict recovery regime? 

Well, all I can do now is hope it'll be fine.

2 weeks tomorrow.

Erics Wedding

No, I did not attend any wedding.

I just could not take the risk and go to a banquet filled with hundreds of people.

This is my most crucial recovery period, I have to take the best care I could. I am determined to be fit again, this is the sacrifice I'm gonna make.

But hey, who on earth am I kidding. I am so depressed that I have to endure this mental torture, not knowing if I can recover to 100% of my usual fitness level.

Nevertheless, I will try. And I will succeed.
Just a few more weeks then I should be able to start my physiotherapy and in no time, I will be able to walk, drive, run, workout, and ultimately, get back on the field and fly down the wing sending in deadly crosses.

Hopefully.

Deep sigh.

Another weekend approaching

The swell around the surgical wound is coming down rapidly. Blood clods are also smearing.

Ankle mobility has also improved but at a very slow pace. The swell around the ankle is still significant to limit my foots mobility.

If this wasn't bad enough, my car has run out of battery. It won't start.

Also, the weekend is here. More importantly,  Erics wedding. Gutted that I have to give that a miss.

The best recovery day till date

Self explanatory.

:)

Follow up: 1

Went to the hospital for my first follow up today.

After a long hospital stay and home arrest, I finally managed to see some sunlight.

Some. Sunlight.

Fucking hazy today.

Scar looked good today. No bleeding, only slight redness.

Some slight set back though, mobility improvement has hit a halt. Guess I should take a break of a day or 2 from trying to improve my ankle mobility.

Other than that, I'm extremely happy to be out and be breathing fresy air. Er, hazy air.

Looking forward to be going out again.

First accident

Almost at the end of my first weekend being home-bound, my first accident.

After a satisfying shower, I make my way to the bed to wipe down, and to put on some fabric. My crutches slipped, and I missed my footstep. I managed to avoid a catastrophic fall but couldn't avoid a tiptoe using my bad leg.

The pain was almost unbearable.

I couldn't tell if it was the bone or the muscle or the surgical scar.

I almost broke down in tears.

Now, the pain has subsided. Just hope that this mishap has not hinder my progress to recovery. 

The first Saturday

This day, mark my first Saturday after being immobilised. 

The withdrawal from hanging out with friends on weekend is pandemic,  it is absolutely unbearable.

But of course, for the sake of proper recovery, I have to force myself to be maintained home-bound.

This is a commitment I give to be able to be fit again, to be able to run and gun again, to be able to lift, to be able to play football.

On top of that, today also mark my first day without Arcoxia, a pain suppressing agent.

The swell on my foot is almost to a minimum level. I can start to see the shape of my ankle. But some discomfort were felt around the calf area, something not felt before this. Gotta be a bit more careful with my mobility exercise now and make sure I don't hurt any part of my leg risking recocery.

Quick day 3 update

This is more of a tweet rather than a full blogging post.

I almost fell down the stairs today.

Got my rhythm wrongly and the crutches were stuck on my underarm.

Good thing the stair rail was near and I instinctively dropped the crutches and grab hold onto the rail.

Big scare, but thank goodness nothing catastrophic happened.

Note to self: be extra careful up and down the steps with crutches.

Recovery day 2

Disclaimer:

Not day 2 post op. Day 2 back home.

It is actually the 5th day out from the operating theatre.

The pain is now much more bearable as compared to the first couple of days post op.

Also, good sign of recovery is starting to show. The swell is starting to subside.

A few days ago my feet (ankle down) looked like a ought-to-burst water balloon. Skin were stretched so tight they were smooth as baby's bottom.

Now the tip of the metatarsal (near toes) are almost fully visible. Toes are back into usual shape, well, almost.

On top of that, I actually had the best sleep last night ever since I broke my leg. A good 7 hours!

Brilliant stuff.

Recovery Day 1

Feels slightly different back home.

I sleep more at home because I have to move around either to do or get something.

Walking on crutches is extremely tiring.

Meh.

Everyday in the hospital I think to myself, what if I took that shot before the opponent came close? What if I fake the cross when he came to me? What if,  I just didn't turn up for football?

I would be still running and gunning now.

I am trying my best to be as bright and cheerful as possible. But, who the hell am I kidding?

After all, think of 6 weeks of total immobility, another 6 of teeth-biting physiotherapy. Really scares me to bits.

Nevertheless, I am grateful that I have wonderful friends and family around me. People who gave me support, gave me hope, gave me their time, most importantly,  shown their love.

For them, I am eternally grateful.

I shall stride pass these days with bravery  and I am determined to be back to my usual fitness, if not, even fitter.