Gimpy Athlete

For those of you who don't already know. My H has an injury. We will start from the beginning. This all began a little over two weeks ago.

H plays on an outdoor soccer league on Monday nights. It was the last few minutes of the game and he felt a pop in the back of his right leg. Right then he knew he probably tor his Achilles tendon. He was just running down the field, no one around him at all. It just went pop.

This led to an 11pm trip to the emergency room to get his leg looked at. I would say it is the easiest ER trip we will every have. We were in and out of the hospital in just over an hour. The doctor told us he probably did tear it and to follow up with an Orthopedist. They wrapped him up and sent both of us on our way.

When we got to the Orthopedist four days later (who happened to look like a cross between McDreamy and McSteamy, sigh), he told us H would need an MRI to figure out where exactly the tear is and how bad it was. Depending on the location and the damage done H may or may not need surgery.

ANOTHER week later after H's MRI we were back to see the sexy Orthopedist. It turned out H's tear was actually higher up in his leg in the ligaments leading to his Achilles, closer to his calf. Since the tear is buried in muscle, surgery is not an option and it needs to heal on its own. Plus there are different studies done on the benefits of doing surgery or letting it heal on its own. End result - H does not need surgery! He'll be in a boot and crutches for the next eight weeks while it heals with visits to the Orthopedist to check how it is healing up.

I was pretty bummed when H got hurt. We would go running together on occasion and I feel like I've lost one of the things we could do together as a couple. Hopefully he'll be walking soon enough and we can get outside together when the weather gets nice. Maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to run again by this fall. I am just thankful he is okay and does not have to have surgery. Three cheers for that.