On April 28th, the men's league soccer team that i've played with for the past year or so had two indoor games at Wall 2 Wall sports in Mason, Ohio. I wasn't playing particularly well during the first game and with around 7 minutes to go as I was about to receive the ball, I heard a loud crack and went to the ground. As I waited for the referee to call a foul, I turned around to find no one behind me. At this point, I hadn't felt any serious pain, but knew something was wrong. As I stood up, I felt my first bit of pain. I limped off the field and made it to the bench. I still didn't know what I had done, but had the feeling that my foot was no longer attached to my leg--it felt as if it was just kind of hanging there. As I sat down on the bench, I leaned over, and the first thing I did was feel my left achilles, which was fine. It was quite a shock when I went to feel my right achilles, and there was simply nothing there. At this point it was pretty clear what had happened, and after the game one of my teammates ran me to the emergency room at West Chester Medical Center.
I called a good friend of mine on the way, and she agreed to meet me at the hospital to wait with me and figure out what I should do from there.
When I went in to see the physician, he knew what was wrong right away--no X-rays needed. He felt my left and then my right achilles, recommended a type of splint to the nurse and an MRI to be done the following day to get the full picture of the damage. I left the hospital around midnight with a prescription for some pain meds and a nice new pair of crutches.
I needed to get my prescription filled and some groceries, so we ran to a 24 Walgreens and hit Kroger so I could have some supplies to fill the refrigerator for the next several days that I would be spending at home.
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