Part Three

 Wednesday Jan. 25th. 10:00 am
The only reason I needed to see my primary physician was so that i can get a referral from him to see an orthopedic doctor. But he had to see me first to confirm what the hell had happened to me. And, of course, the orthopedic doctor had to be under my primary "group". Which is still.....20-30 miles away from my home (dammit)
  So, the great thing that happened that day was that my doctor got me an appointment at the ortho center. That very same day. And not too far away from where my doc's office was anyway. Woohoo!! These people were amazing. They helped me with getting my state disability papers in order. They re-did my splint from the ER's splint that was looking a tad like a Frankenstein wrapping. They were extremely helpful. I met my surgeon to-be. She saw my MRI and told me about the surgery that was to be conducted. Made me feel very comfortable. At that point, i was like "Let's do this!!" We set up an appointment for that following Wednesday, February 1st. Exactly 1 week later. But once again......23-30 miles away from home (dammit) Oh well.....gotta do what i gotta do.

Part Two

  Monday, Jan. 23rd. 7:00 am
"Baby, I think i need to go to the emergency room" were the first words I spoke that day. Shortly, after notifying my job about my ordeal, and that i couldn't come in, I was taken to a nearby hospital. After quite some time of waiting, i finally had an x-ray, and a MRI. All I kept thinking was that I had a high ankle sprain. A severe one, but still...a sprain. I mean...I drove home the night before for Christ's sake! How bad could it be???
 "You have a complete tear in your Achilles tendon" were the words the doctor was apparently saying to me. But, yup, i didn't believe him. He said it again but then added "You're most likely going to need to have surgery, Mr. Wilson. You do have a ruptured Achilles." And all of the sudden, I began to mentally question the intelligence of this asshole delivering me this shitty news.
 They gave me crutches and a "must-do" list. The next thing was getting in contact with my primary care physician. Who was at least 23-30 miles away from me. Close to my office, but far as hell from my home (dammit) And, plus i can't drive (dammit)
 When i got home, I hobbled my way to the couch and began to process the magnitude of what actually was happening. "Holy shit" is what I kept saying to myself. I called my office again and told them that this "thing"
 is a little more involved than i initially thought. They were incredibly supportive (and still are) and sympathetic. I then made an appointment for 2 days later.

Part One

  Sunday, Jan. 22, 2012

 The New York Giants just beat the San Francisco 49ers in the NFC Championship match up. I'm Ecstatic. I'm high-fiving friends, prancing around, all in all...I'm celebrating my ass off. About 45 minutes after the game, I go to the kitchen to grab a beer. In the background i hear one of those amazing highlights (that i just previously witnessed in real-time) playing on t.v. With over-the-top excitement, i decided to run from the kitchen to my friend's living room, to once again relive that jubilant moment, but this time, in a highlight format. I take about 6 steps or so and run through the doorway, then BOOM! I collapse. I could've sworn i hit my foot against the door jamb, or something. I tried to get up but it felt like my left foot was now in a 6" stiletto. I fell again. I had no sensation if my foot was planted or not. I quickly threw my shoe off and tried to stand up again. This time, i forced my heel to touch the floor. The floor felt wobbly and unstable. Like i was trying to walk on water and i can feel the waves under my foot. Moving. That's when i said "Shhhit!"

 During this whole fiasco, i wasn't quite feeling the pain that i normally hear that's associated with a ruptured Achilles. So, i assumed a high ankle sprain. "I'm good, it'll be OK" i kept saying. But, unfortunately, I still had to drive my car back home that night. My goddam car. My goddam car that has a clutch. Never before have I looked at my car with such hatred. I felt like i was the butt of my own joke. Nevertheless......I drove home. In agony.