Text from coops a bit later - '2 courts booked for 4pm - whose up for a hack?'
No hangover, and no plans to stuff my face with food and wine - why not? So, Coops, Hairy Dave, Andy and myself headed off for a bit of light squash, which is usually followed by a couple of pints.
I'm reasonably fit, and 3 days earlier had been out mountain-biking on the hills around Honley Woods and Meltham. When it's cold I make a point of having a good stretch, and today was no exception. I even wore my skiing thermal base-layers, and we had the heating on full. Coops took the first and second game, I took the third, and we were half way through game 4. As it was just a friendly I was only really in probably 3rd gear, out of a total of 5, as was my opponent. Coops played a ball to the front left, and I chased it from the opposite end of the court.
I recall falling forwards, but also remember looking backwards to see which flowerpot had opened the court door mid-game without knocking, and hit me with it! The door was obviously still shut. Had I hit myself with the racket? - nope, still in my left hand. The pain was incredible, but reasonably short lived. I tried to stand - not a chance. I was limped off court, and hopped into Dave's car and went off to casualty. We sat there for about 5 hours. The Thompson's test was the point at which I knew I would be out of action for a very long time. kneeling on a chair she flexed both calf's - the right moved, the left just ignored any signal coming from the calf: Example test: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFleDmyeEMw
Within 20 mins I was in a pot upto the knee, foot pointing down, and on my way home with an appointment to see the specialist 3 days later.
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