This story goes back to the earlier part of 2011, when I was able to walk freely; in the May of 2011 I noticed a large blob of fatty tissue appear on my right shin and afraid that this was the first signs of vein problems I decided to put less weight on the leg-having witnessed the results of a burst vein during my time in Bristol museum-and not wishing to wake in a pool of my blood.
The extra pressure on the already weakened left ankle caused intense pain in the joint and I said to my wife I was worried my ankle would go-I was thinking of turning the ankle not the tendon-as it turned out the extra pressure brought with it many problems. Not more than a month later after returning from the doctor's soaking wet and ready to go to the library shorty, the tendon snapped and put the summer of 2011 on hold for me.
Fate was kind to me that day, I had returned from the doctor's and decided to check if the hose pipe was filling the pond as planned, I never made it, I got about 20 feet from my bedroom and I was walking up the gentle slope to the back of the garden, when the tendon snapped. There I was so close to my bed and yet stranded, if it hadn't been for my mobile phone and the ability to phone the house, that journey could have taken up to an hour as I had no support in the ankle and therefore dare not walk on it.
If the tendon had snapped 5 minutes later, I would have been about 1/2 a mile from the house and on my way to the library, for once the mobile phone came to my aid and it has never left my pocket since, even on short journeys I am always wary and aware of the dangers-keep your phones with you, you never know when you'll need them.
Even now two years after the final cast came off, I am constantly reminded of the day as I have little sense of balance remaining and can only walk the length of a bed unaided, plus I am unable to walk or stand for more than a few minutes without a rest.