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Today was peculiar, I got to announce my retirement from football, even though I'm not a professional or anything. This is because I got my MRI Scan results; the prognosis wasn't great...
I NEED to have an operation, this is because there is torn cartilage in my right leg (not a surprise), a minor fracture of the hip (perhaps) and the earliest stages of arthritis in my hip (not ideal!) To attempt to reduce the chances of having to have a hip replacement (which one of my fellow ex-football teammates Alex IS going to have in August, AGED 31!), I am going to have to have a Keyhole Hip operation, at some point in the near-ish future.
This will entail approximately 6-8 weeks off work (around Christmas and at full pay, if I don't move jobs) and on crutches with accompanying physio work, but if that's what it takes, I've got to. It's got a 70-80% of improving it and only a very small chance of making things worse... At least the doctor was honest, in that respect!
I can plan my life a bit, I'll still be able to enjoy what is going to be a cracking August, go to my sister's wedding and do my planned college course in Counselling before it happens.
In short, the doctor said to not even think about running again, ever. Which was the scariest part. Walking, sure, swimming, fine but running, nope. I'll never do the 10K I was planning to do. But I'm optimistic, I know it's going to be painful in some ways but for fuck's sake, some people will have been told today that they got cancer, I'm not even in a hurry to have my procedure done. What have I go to worry about, really?!
Despite the above sentiments, the results meant I've felt a bit outside of my own body, if that makes any sense, just drifting into my own thoughts while carrying on other conversations in 'real life'. Playing football was a big part of my life and now it's the past. Maybe I'm in mourning about it a bit.
The rest of the day didn't help, it was an absolute shitter, aside from bringing all Toni's 30th presents across to the flat and finding Dairy Milk Strawberries and Crème for a quid in the hospital! Roadworks and stupid diversions mean that I couldn't find the cinema and see The Purge 2 with Vausey and Christian or go to the College Open Day, luckily there's one next week and I'll be in Town at that time...
It didn't help that pisspoor reception meant that I couldn't even talk to Toni (who'd also had a shit day!) Bah! Still, I'm listening to some misanthropic music and loving it as a result, god bless The Menzingers!
I NEED to have an operation, this is because there is torn cartilage in my right leg (not a surprise), a minor fracture of the hip (perhaps) and the earliest stages of arthritis in my hip (not ideal!) To attempt to reduce the chances of having to have a hip replacement (which one of my fellow ex-football teammates Alex IS going to have in August, AGED 31!), I am going to have to have a Keyhole Hip operation, at some point in the near-ish future.
This will entail approximately 6-8 weeks off work (around Christmas and at full pay, if I don't move jobs) and on crutches with accompanying physio work, but if that's what it takes, I've got to. It's got a 70-80% of improving it and only a very small chance of making things worse... At least the doctor was honest, in that respect!
I can plan my life a bit, I'll still be able to enjoy what is going to be a cracking August, go to my sister's wedding and do my planned college course in Counselling before it happens.
In short, the doctor said to not even think about running again, ever. Which was the scariest part. Walking, sure, swimming, fine but running, nope. I'll never do the 10K I was planning to do. But I'm optimistic, I know it's going to be painful in some ways but for fuck's sake, some people will have been told today that they got cancer, I'm not even in a hurry to have my procedure done. What have I go to worry about, really?!
Despite the above sentiments, the results meant I've felt a bit outside of my own body, if that makes any sense, just drifting into my own thoughts while carrying on other conversations in 'real life'. Playing football was a big part of my life and now it's the past. Maybe I'm in mourning about it a bit.
The rest of the day didn't help, it was an absolute shitter, aside from bringing all Toni's 30th presents across to the flat and finding Dairy Milk Strawberries and Crème for a quid in the hospital! Roadworks and stupid diversions mean that I couldn't find the cinema and see The Purge 2 with Vausey and Christian or go to the College Open Day, luckily there's one next week and I'll be in Town at that time...
It didn't help that pisspoor reception meant that I couldn't even talk to Toni (who'd also had a shit day!) Bah! Still, I'm listening to some misanthropic music and loving it as a result, god bless The Menzingers!
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