I wasn’t quite sure what had happened to my leg. Immediately after the injury, I knew SOMETHING was wrong, but I wasn’t sure what. I thought it was my Achilles, but the people I was playing with weren’t so sure about that.
So here I was, three days after the injury, and seeing a doctor. But first an MRI…
I had neve had an MRI. I wasn’t really sure what to expect. But if you’ve ever seen one on television, it’s about the same. They lay you down on a bed, tell you to not move, and move you into this horizontal silo. The machine makes a bit of noise, but the Christmas music that they were playing for me more than overpowered the noise. It was quite pleasant. My only issue was that they said that I couldn’t move at all. Much like a kid who was told not to eat candy, I was struggling not to move. 20-30 minutes later, I was through.
The meeting with the doctor was short. He laid out my options. I could go into surgery and keep my power, but increase my risk of re-injury* or I could let it heal naturally, but be in a cast for much longer. I went with the cast.
* After doing some research, I found out what the doctor was saying was wrong. The re-injury rate (at least according to everything that I’ve read) is LESS with surgery.
I’m at peace with where I am right now, but I probably would have gone with surgery if I had known that not only would I not lose power, but I also would have been less likely to be re-injured. It also may have been a shorter recovery period too. But what is done is done, and I’m fine with the route I have taken (even though I probably could opt for surgery this week if I wanted to. The complications of surgery bother me, but not too much.
I’ve accepted that I’m 32 years old and will never be able to dunk a basketball.