I haven’t posted since last weekend, as I’ve been upset and too angry to post for the last few days.

This is what happened last Saturday…
I was really looking forward to my friend, Steve’s wedding last weekend. Everything was primed for it, had all my stuff dry cleaned and I really wanted to see him getting married and having one of the best days of his life. Especially with the fact that I missed his stag do because of the head injury.

Anyway, my friend rang me last Saturday to ask me if I could cover for his football team, and he promised me that we’d be finished by lunchtime, so that I could go to the wedding and have no problems. About 80% through the game, some absolute dickhead jumps in at me two-footed. I’m not the kind of person that jumps out of a tackle, so I went for the ball as well. Unfortunately he went straight over the ball and into my right ankle, turning it over and seeming to rip it in the process. I was down on the floor in agony for a good few minutes and it was obvious that I couldn’t carry on. A friend’s dad rang my mum and she took me into Hospital. They suggested (after a good 2 hours of waiting) that it was a fracture. This is at 1pm, so I’m just willing them to chuck a cast on so that I can then go to the wedding. So I sit by the X-Ray area…for an hour, then two….then three. At this point, I’d just be happy if I could make it to the reception. They took a ridiculous amount of time and the immigrant fella who finally did the X-Ray couldn’t speak any English at all. Absolute twat!

I got home at 9pm and by that time I had just given up. There was no fracture in the leg as predicted. Just really sore and an absolute bastard to get rid of!