The Injury...

Since this blog centers around my Achilles Tendon, I might as well give a little background as to how I ruptured mine and the events leading up to this point.  

I am a member of the Green Team.  The Green Team is the game night entertainment and promotion team for the Boston Celtics basketball team.  For all intents and purposes...think cheerleader.  I would walk throughout the Garden, interact with fans and help run any promotions and on-court events.  Plus, I would stunt and tumble during certain time outs.  

Last Monday, January 12th, I was working a really exciting game.  We were all tied up with 2 minutes left in regulation when one of the teams called a time out.  The energy in the place was great, fans were screaming and everyone was on their feet.  I tumbled onto the court as I always did, only tis time...there was a big difference.  I ran out and did a round off, back handspring, layout.  When I snapped down from the handspring I felt like my left foot slipped out in front of me and felt something "pop".  It was as though someone had hit me in the leg with a piece of wood.  I knew right away something happened.  I landed the layout on my right foot and hopped off the court.  

Although the pain was intense, I didn't fall and kept smiling.  I figured I had left my Achilles in pieces on the court...no need to leave my dignity there as well.  When I got off to the side, I told one of my co-workers what happened and the E.M.T.s came over.  After some initial testing, they took me to the E.R. at Mass General.  

The doctors at the hospital were great.  They diagnosed me with at least a partial tear, gave me some percocet (VERY nice), wrapped me up and sent me on my way.  The next day I went in to meet with my own surgeon...unfortunately, after over 20 years in gymnastics, I do have my very own orthopedic surgeon.  He confirmed the diagnosis as a total tear of my left Achilles and scheduled me for surgery the following Friday, January 16th.  

The surgery was a success.  Apparently the tear was very clean so it was easy to reattach.  As it was out patient, I was able to go home a few hours later.  Since I'm single, my mom thought it was her primary concern and duty to take care of me.  I've been recuperating from surgery at my mom and step-father's house all weekend, which brings me to now.  I've gone through a lot already in the short time since surgery...it's interesting to be almost 30 and be back in the care of your parents again.  But that is something for a different entry.  

In health and with respect...

D