genrally life in general

im just going to talk about myself really - im writing this to kill time so dont expect anything special.

Sport is a massive part of my life, all i really do in my spare time is play sport and after recently breaking my leg (5weeks ago) i can no longer participate in my favourite hobby.

Sport is a positive thing but the positivity is positively lost if you cant play sport and this i think you will agree is not considered a positive but absolutely positively a negative thing in life.

So i have reluctantly decided on writing this blog as a pass time based on the reccomendation from one of my friends who studiously studies the subject matter of english as a university degree in leeds where i also study, ipso facto this is how i met the said friend previously mentioned in this text.

I initially injured my leg playing football for the bodington hall football team in the final of the inter-hall football tournament. We faced tough opposition, the well known might of 'devonshire'. The game was to be played on the hallowed turf at boding ton hall, a sell out crowd were present and the atmosphere was buzzing. We got a free kick about 25 yards out and i hit it, hard, plenty of whip, 60 mph, top locker, you dont save them. 5 minutes later my leg recieved a forcefull blow and i had to leave the field of play immediately, recieving some expert physiotherapy from tom adams on the side line, this treatment consisted of a squirt of water on the injured area.

i watched the rest of the game from the side, phil gianneccini, the fiesty brummy of italian desent (who had only recieved his work permit through the day before), shanked a cross which lobbed the keeper and we won 2-0. Glory

After the game i went to the hospital to get my leg checked, thinking it may be broken. i was sent away by the nurse, she was convinced it was badly bruised and i didnt even need crutches despite the fact that i politely asked for some. the next day i couldnt walk, or even put any weight through my leg. fortunately i knew someone who had some knocking about in their flat and managed to get hold of them.

after my first exam on the tuesday (4 days later) (i do a sports science degree) i went back to the hospital as my leg was worse than when i had first done it - again i was told it was badly bruised and i needed to start walking on it. so as im no expert i thought 2 nurses couldnt possibly fail to diagnose a broken leg and over the next 3 weeks i began gradually walking on it. it took a good 2 weeks to finally be able to walk on it properly, then 1 week after this i thought i would step up the recovery and go for a jog (tuesday). this was agony. i made my mind up to go to the doctors on thursday after my last exam because i was told it would be fully healed in 2 weeks. however on wednesday i got on my bike (a hig- tec raleigh nirvana, 10 speed, no mud flaps reqd) to cycle to uni and do some revision for my exam the next day. i felt a bit of pain from my leg as i began cycling faster than lance armstrong up a slight hill, but as it was only bruised this was normal. then my leg snapped, i heard and felt it go. i knew straight away it was broken and weirdly the first thing i thought was how i wasnt going to be able to revise for my exam. i even considered not going to the hospital until after my exam so i could revise for it. i then decided i had to go to hospital, for the 3rd time in 3 weeks.

i felt badly let down by the nurses who i had previously seen, 'its not broken its only badly bruised' more like i dont want to x-ray it because it costs money and im prepared to sacrifice your leg and your football career for the cost of an x-ray. (i dont really have a football career, i play semi pro and as im a student this is my only job).

they x-rayed my leg and confirmed the break. now i had to go and get it plastered. the two ladies who plastered it for me seemed to think i was some sort of wimp and that i wasnt in much pain. they didnt really treat my leg very gently and i had to hold it in a position where it gave me the most painfull pain i think i have ever experienced before in the entirety of my life. 5 minutes of agony.

i had spent 3 hours in the hospital, precious revision time.

this broken leg had ruined my summer. i had planned to stay in leeds for 3 weeks after my last exam, go out and pull loads of girls (if i went out every night for 3 weeks i would proably only pull one girl, and she would more than likely be ugly). then come home and play football, tennis and cricket. now with a broken leg i had to go home straight after my last exam, and until it heals i will be sat in the house watching the world cup, not a bad thing while it lasts, playing on the playstation and writing this blog. what a let down.

i took my exam the next day and it was quite easy.

then to the fracture clinic a 2pm, the news i was expecting was 'we'll put it in plaster for 6 weeks then you will be fine.' But no, i found out that it was a serious break (this is probably why i was in so much pain the day before when i was having the plaster applied). there were 2 ways to treat it. operate or dont operate. if its not operated on it could take 6 months and it might heal bent (you cant play football with a bent bone in your leg). What a shock to the system. i had no option but to go with the surgery because i want to play football in the future.

this was a massive shock to me, i began to realise that there was, and still is, a chance that i could never play football again, partly my fault partly the NHS. i was due to have the operation in 2 weeks time.

i shed a few tears when on the phone to mum and dad, no wonder sending mum in to a state of chronic worry.

then yet more problems, pain in my calf muscle - back to hospital - diagnosis, cast too tight. take cast off get a new one, more pain. 'if its till painfull come back tomorrow' i was told. the next day it was still painfull, back to hospital, 5th time in less than 4 weeks, diagnosis 'swelling is causing pain, get some drugs down your neck' drugs that are full of chemicals. i dont like taking tablets, its not natural, cant be good for you. these endless trips to the hospital were hard work on crutches, the difficulty of the trip was thus increased by the requirement of me to use a bus as my form of transport from the hospital. i couldnt rely on anyone to take me and then hang around for at least 1 hour and pay for parking until i was finished. my friend was good enough to take me to hospital on 3 of the 5 occasions i went.

i rung the old parentage to get a lift home that sunday. my dad came to pick me up. good man. supportive

over the next week and a half my life consisted of playing pro evo or football manager in the morning then watching every minute of coverage of every game of the world cup. ive seen epic encounters, including mexico vs iran and tunisia vs saudi arabia. (mexico have some confident defenders who enjoy a mosey up the pitch, lookin for a bit of glory, ping one of the surface, bit of purchase, bit of bend, stanch, they dont come back son)

I had to find some new interests or hobbies, this blog is one of the new activities i have just begun. others i aim to do are learn to play the drums and beatboxing, i doubt if these will happen though as i will need lessons.

the day before my operation i made my way to leeds with my dad. when we got to the hospital i thought what the hell is going on here, no wonder people get ill when they go to hospital. the corridoor we were walking down was ancient, filthy discoloured tiles on the floor. at one point for a good 20 meters the smell of human waste was horrid. when we got to the ward though it was much cleaner, but the patients in there didnt make me feel great. two blokes opposite me were in a bad way, one needed constant attention and the other wouldnt shut up all through the night. the staff were great the had a passion for the job and were always in a good mood they had to be to do that job otherwise they would be seriously depressed.

on the morning of the operation the consultant came in and informed me that i no longer needed the operation, after a new x-ray was taken it could be seen that the bone was healing well and the surgery wasnt needed. good news. i would need a new plaster, above the knee up to my hip and an x-ray review in 2 weeks to see how i was progressing. i was told this at 9 am. i left hospital at 2 pm. efficient. me and dad would travel home the next morning, this was yesterday, 16th june. dad had to clean and empty my room, a stressfull process for the bloke.

i got home and watched all the football as usual on the mitsubishi tv, state of the art mod con. argetenia won 6-0 and were a cut above the rest, the best. holland, ok.

today i will mostly be watching portugal, italy and the czeck republic. after playing football manager, im currently 17th in league 2 with oxford united. i quite enjoyed writing this blog entry, i didnt enjoy it enough to go back over what i have written and change it, check spelling, write extra bits to make it better. i wish i knew about blogging sooner then i would have began writing as soon as i broke my leg, this would have allowed me to post entries more frequently and thus at a much greater level of detail. i am a philosophiser