Torn
I had a busy, but really good week. It's a shame that it had to end on a less happy note.
Wednesday was my mum's birthday. It was really nice and mellow. Had some nice wones and even better conversations. And I didn't even go to bed ridiculously late. The next day was my day off so I went into town with my mum and her boyfriend. My birthday gift to her was clothes and instead of buying her something she might not like or in the wrong size, I told her we'd go shopping together. She got some really nice stuff and I could see that she really liked the gift. Which made me happy as well.
After that we had some drinks on a terrace by the canal. They had really good mojitos there! Got back home in the evening and had cheese fondue. That's two fondues in one month time!
Friday I had drinks with the boys. I wasn't planning on staying long, but at a certain point (and after a few beers...) my sister also joined us with her friend and in the end I got to bed around six. Work was rather heavy the next day, I'll tell ya.
After work it was time to go to the event of the week: my friend's Big Brazilian Barbecue! The atmosphere was wonderful, the tropical cocktails even better and the food (especially the wrapped panga!) was delicious. It didn't even matter that it was pouring down with rain most of the day. After the barbecue most people went to UNK in Club 8, but me, Wim and my sister decided to take our business to ARC, of course followed by Exit. Which is where I noticed my left ankle being a bit swollen.
The next day I took a good look at my foot and it had gotten worse. I spent Sunday evening at my mum's boyfriend's place and since they're both sort of in the medical field I decided to have them take a look at it. By this time it had also turned quite red and it was really warm to the touch. They figured I was either retaining fluids or it could be an inflammation of my achilles tendon.
Reason enough to pay a visit to the ER this morning. After some pushing and prodding by several nurses and interns, it was decided that I partially tore my achilles tendon. Tore it! Shit. To make matters worse, they decided to put a cast on it from my knee down, so there won't be any risk of tearing it any further, or worse: fully. Which would mean having to have surgery.
I'm going to have to walk on crutches for a while and I can't really do anything. I walked for about 30 meters in this humid heat and I was exhausted. Not to mention sweating like crazy!
This all probably means I'm going to miss gay pride weekend next weekend. Which really sucks. I've been really looking forward to it for a while, but I know that I won't survive for five minutes walking on crutches in the über-crowded street parties. I might go and watch the canal parade though.
I might try and get my hands on a wheelchair. I could paint it pink and hang rainbow flags on the sides.
Wednesday was my mum's birthday. It was really nice and mellow. Had some nice wones and even better conversations. And I didn't even go to bed ridiculously late. The next day was my day off so I went into town with my mum and her boyfriend. My birthday gift to her was clothes and instead of buying her something she might not like or in the wrong size, I told her we'd go shopping together. She got some really nice stuff and I could see that she really liked the gift. Which made me happy as well.
After that we had some drinks on a terrace by the canal. They had really good mojitos there! Got back home in the evening and had cheese fondue. That's two fondues in one month time!
Friday I had drinks with the boys. I wasn't planning on staying long, but at a certain point (and after a few beers...) my sister also joined us with her friend and in the end I got to bed around six. Work was rather heavy the next day, I'll tell ya.
After work it was time to go to the event of the week: my friend's Big Brazilian Barbecue! The atmosphere was wonderful, the tropical cocktails even better and the food (especially the wrapped panga!) was delicious. It didn't even matter that it was pouring down with rain most of the day. After the barbecue most people went to UNK in Club 8, but me, Wim and my sister decided to take our business to ARC, of course followed by Exit. Which is where I noticed my left ankle being a bit swollen.
The next day I took a good look at my foot and it had gotten worse. I spent Sunday evening at my mum's boyfriend's place and since they're both sort of in the medical field I decided to have them take a look at it. By this time it had also turned quite red and it was really warm to the touch. They figured I was either retaining fluids or it could be an inflammation of my achilles tendon.
Reason enough to pay a visit to the ER this morning. After some pushing and prodding by several nurses and interns, it was decided that I partially tore my achilles tendon. Tore it! Shit. To make matters worse, they decided to put a cast on it from my knee down, so there won't be any risk of tearing it any further, or worse: fully. Which would mean having to have surgery.
I'm going to have to walk on crutches for a while and I can't really do anything. I walked for about 30 meters in this humid heat and I was exhausted. Not to mention sweating like crazy!
This all probably means I'm going to miss gay pride weekend next weekend. Which really sucks. I've been really looking forward to it for a while, but I know that I won't survive for five minutes walking on crutches in the über-crowded street parties. I might go and watch the canal parade though.
I might try and get my hands on a wheelchair. I could paint it pink and hang rainbow flags on the sides.