So what happened?

I got through tryouts and in my first competitive practice I fell in a way I've probably fallen hundreds of times before, but something went wrong.  Thanks to having amazing first aiders around me I was made very comfortable and reassured whilst the paramedics got to me.  They took me to hospital and made me look THIS sexy.



 Honestly, the worst part about going to A&E was the fact I didn't pee before practice and instead thought "what's the worst that could happen?" Well, the worst is you sit in A&E for 6 hours dying for a piss. 

I was then in hospital for a week while they operated on me three times and made me into a robot.  I was fed an array of beige food and had more peeing anxiety involving bed pans.  Basically my whole hospital stay was about peeing and being naked in front of people.

After a week I was desperate to get home.  When you're in hospital you're in this no mans land where no actual recovery takes place.  I wanted to get out of there and just get to it!  Unfortunately, as soon as I was left on my own for the first time it finally hit me how incapable and fragile I was and I just cried for like ages.  Apparently it's normal, but it's not fun.

Slowly I figured out how to do daily things.  I discovered the great importance of having a back pack and a mobile phone on me at all times!

After this first day my recovery has been swift and I totally believe it's all about positive mental attitude.  I am stronger than my leg.

Some days I feel amazing.  I'll realise that i'm doing something that I haven't been able to do and it's awesome.  Then other days (like yesterday and today) i'll feel like a fail.  Like why can't it just be BETTER ALREADY!?  Luckily those days don't happen often.  I don't let them.

I've still got a long way to go but this stupid leg won't stop me.