Surgery Successful – Stoked

September 9, 2008

Here is a post from my work blog, this was not long after surgery:

My knee surgery went very well. It is very swollen at the moment, it looks like a basket ball. I’ll try get an image up once I figure out how to get my windows mobile phone connected to my macbook. I guess I could dust off the desktop and upload it through there. Maybe.

I had my own cosey room at Aorangi hospital, which was awesome. I grew quite fond of it very quicky. The mechanical bed was awesome, especially when combined with the adjustible mobile bed tray thingy. The nurses were also very nice! One, unfortunately for her, had to help me shower haha. It was really good to have my own space, and peace and quiet. It gave me a lot of time to unwind and get away from it all. I was gutted at first about not having the interwebs, but it was a blessing in disguise since it added to my solitary environment. It was like a lazy holiday in a hotel, just not being able to move from your bed.

I didn’t get much sleep the night of my surgery, I was woken up every couple of hours to take antibiotics and painkillers. I didn’t mind it because each time gave me another opportunity to listen to more of the Stephen R Covey audiobook; 7 Habbits of Highly Effective People. I need to listen to it again, I can’t remember much from it (I was half asleep and half drugged while listening), but I remember liking the material. It covered a bit of time management stuff (similiar principals to GTD), and also managing your relationships with people and working towards win win situations for all parties. I’ll definitely relisten to that one before I’m unleashed from my crutches.

My leg is in a full leg brace with no movement at the knee joint. It means I’m quite slow getting around, and I can’t sit down at a seat (due to not being able to bend my leg). My medical certificate states 6 weeks off work, I don’t think that’l last as I’m starting to get bored already. If anyone has a bedside tray that don’t want, let me know lol.

New update: Things have been improving dramatically. I stopped using my crutches yesterday! Its been pretty sweet, been getting around quite well without them. Even went to the gym this arvo to do some very light upper body. Got a bit sore at the end bit handled it quite well. It has also being quite sore tonight. It didn’t help that I forgot and took my painkillers 4hrs late. Anyway, heres a piccy of my leg brace 😀

fabian's full leg brace

My armor ❤

Addicted to food

September 3, 2008

Today is a glorious day! The sun is shimmering down on us in a magnificent Manawatu (spring?) day. Which is quite a contrast to the shit that we’ve had lately. Anway, the main reason why today is so good, is because its surgery day! It’s finally rolled around, and im stoked. However, 1 drawback of surgery day is of course, no eating! D: I’ve been cutting back my eating the last couple of days due to staying over in the wonderful Aorangi hospital (I hear its like a hotel in there) because of the fact, that after surgery I won’t be allowed, or physically able to leave my bed. Which means going toilet in bed pans lol. Which im not looking forward to. Anyway, the last couple of days I noticed that I felt hungry, and that it had been at least a couple of months since I had felt hungry. Because i’ve been training quite hard and trying to bulk up (now over 100kgs, yes!) i’ve been eating non stop.  I must say that today is quite a shock to the system! Driving through town earlier this morning I almost stopped at 4 different places to pick something up to devouer. It’s amazing how I quickly I would forget that I couldn’t eat lol. It sucks and it makes me feel for people trying to lose weight by starving themselves. Every second thought is about food… I think it might have overtaken sex in the number of thoughts per second!

Anyway, better pack me bag and get ready to be sliced open. Fingers crossed they let my use le mac book in the ward 😮

This isnt a glamorous near death experience. More a consequence resulting from stupid actions.

My current rugby season ended early this year. I ruptured my ACL in my right knee and am awaiting surgery to reattach it. Rehab has gone well and I was feeling fit and good. I had been helping out the backline in our B team and over time I became more involved in the trainings, I was even considering lacing up the boots again and sneaking in a game before surgery.

It was noted that the boys needed to work on the tackling. So last night at the end of training we split the team in half and played a mini game of rugby league accross the width of the feild between the 22 and 40m lines. There wasn’t much space so we were basically just trying to run over each other. I didn’t think this was very realistic as it made tackling a lot easier in the confined space. I was feeling alive again, making barging runs through 3+ tacklers at a time, making good yards, and making a couple of big hits when on D. It was fair to say I had missed the contact a lot. Near the end of the drill I made another run and when i came to a stop I had 2 guys wrestling me from the front and 1 from behind. My right leg got pinned between them and I was thrown on my back twisting my knee. I herd a loud popping sound and dropped to the ground in an all familiar groaning heap. lol.

This morning I decided to pop into the physio on the way to work. I was worried about the swelling on me knee, I feared I could’ve damaged the cartilage or meniscus (since i had been warned about it). When I was trying to book an appointment the secretary went off to ask the physio when I could fit in. He came back and let me have it. Forcefully telling me how I had injured the cartilage in my knee and will need it removed and won’t be able to play contact sport ever again. I was shocked. He then gave me some training clothes and sent me off on a circut. At the end I was lying on a table running the indifferential on my knee. I finally had a moment to think about what he had just told me. All my dreams of playing national rugby again where crushed. A load of sports that I wanted to but couldnt play rushed through my head. I sat there motionless and absolutely gutted. I couldn’t believe it.

I got changed back into my work clothes and booked another few appointments to come in again. He then let me off the hook and told me id be fine, but to stay away from trainings as over time I will just end up doing the same again. Bastard got me good haha.