The tib-fib club
A couple of weeks ago I was playing in a co-ed football match, lined up as a right mid-fielder for some odd reason (me being a lefty, I tend to gravitate to the left side of the field). About 10 minutes into the game, someone on my team put the ball through the defense. The ball was too close to the keeper so I lazily gave chase so he wouldn't mess around and waste time, but I knew there was no way I was going to get to it before him.

Apparently, the goalkeeper saw things a little differently and after grabbing the ball in his hands, slide-tackled me for no reason (he already had the ball), driving his spikes into my leg, just below my shinguard. As I flipped over him, I looked up at my leg and saw an extra joint about halfway between my knee and ankle, as that part of my leg bent sideways. I landed on my back and instantly grabbed my leg to hold the pieces together. One of the players on the other team made some comment like "you shouldn't have tried to slide tackle our keeper" to which I calmly responded, "you broke my f#@$ing leg, you a$&hole."

I sat there holding my leg together in the middle of the field and waited for emergency services. A couple of my teammates came over to see how I was doing and got sick on the field after seeing my leg. A bumpy ambulance ride and several hours later I am the proud recipient of a titanium rod that was drilled down through my tibia.

To be fair, it wasn't exactly my ouchiest moment because it wasn't really all that painful, but every time I moved I could feel the bones grind against each other and I could see my shin bone trying to poke through the front of my leg.

X-ray taken before they set the bones and gave me a metal leg:


( kingoffools, Tue 3 Aug 2010, 21:36, 1 reply)

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!
Nasty.
(danniekavanagh did nothing constructive on, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 17:06, closed)