Friday, June 10, 2011
I had just finished drafting some important time-sensitive legal documents for a senior attorney. I decided it was time for some 5:00 pm pick-up basketball at the local rec center with some friends. Fresh off an impressive performance just one day earlier, I was excited to get back out there. I got to the Court and jumped right in without stretching (so dumb!). About half way through the first game, I was standing just past mid-court with the ball on offense. Everyone else on the court was in front of me.
After making a simple move to my right, my ankle suddenly gave way. It honestly felt as if someone had kicked (or even shot) me in the back of my ankle. Now that I think about it, I believe I heard a noise (like a “pop”), but I was too disoriented at the time to really take notice. While hopping off the Court, another player suggests that I “walk it off.” I knew immediately that was not an option. I looked around to try to figure out what just happened. I didn’t step on anything and I didn’t land awkwardly. After taking my shoe off, I saw my foot just hanging there, twitching a bit. Not a pretty site!
Luckily, I had some bystanders help me off the Court. I got halfway to my car before they laid me on the ground and called for help. Luckily, a couple doctors were nearby and they recommended a trip to the ER. So, I called my girlfriend (Reena) and off we went. Meanwhile, the pain became almost unbearable. Once we arrived, I hopped almost all the way inside until an EMT alertly brought me a wheelchair and escorted me to Registration. Eventually, I buried my face in Reena’s side and let the tears flow. Eventually, the ER fixed me up with painkillers, crutches, and a splint and sent me on my way, diagnosing me with a “probable Plantaris rupture.” I was relieved only to hear that it was the Plantaris tendon and not the Achilles.
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