May, 2011. On a rainy day in late May, 2011, things were put into action, which to this day have after-effects.
The Writing Course. The occurrences started on the last Wednesday of the month, when I signed up for a writing course -- one I was destined never to take -- as you will read about. Because, I needed the cast, I couldn't go on the course. The building it was held in is of historical interest, and wasn't allowed to be modified to have disabled facilities.
June 2nd, 2011. A day which was to change my life forever. On that rainy Friday, I had just returned from a walk to our doctors. Before setting out to the library to do some printing, I decided to check how our water tubs were filling up. I went out of the door from my room to the back garden, and then my life changed. Five minutes earlier, and I would have been on my way back; five minutes later, and I would have been on my way to the library. In the middle was a short ten minute interlude of relative safety.
Tendon agony. I was walking up a gentle slope to the back of the garden, and my tendon tore. I can only describe the pain as being cut by a sharp knife, the pain was extremely sharp, and over quickly. The after-effects last to this day. When, the tendon tore I was unable to walk. I couldn't even walk the length of a bed.
In the cast. I spent the next three months in a cast -- the picture shows my final cast -- before the nurses considered me fit too walk. I came out of the cast on September 22nd, and two weeks later the tenon tore again. This time there was nothing to be done. I need to wear a support boot these days.
The right tendon. The reason the damaged tendon tore was because a few months earlier I noticed a disturbing fatty lump, on my right shin. I was worried it might be a sign my veins could burst - I have seen the results- and do not wish to witness them again. To relieve pressure on the right leg, I put more on the left leg, knowing the tendon was already damaged. I had no choice, a torn tendon, or burst veins.
Friday 13th, Feb, 2015. I await news of an operation to relieve pressure on the right tendon. This is a common operation, and has a four month waiting list. When I was told of the wait, my reaction was If the tendon hold out that long. I am sure, if I don't get the appointment in the next week,or two, there will be no point as my tendon feels as though it is ready to tear.
On crutches. I'm not complaining, when I heard about my EDS, and read about the symptoms; I said to my wife, family, and friends I expect to be in a wheelchair by 55, and I'm 58. When I look back I had a good run for my money, the injury is 40 years old after all. The things I miss are the simple things; at my age, my father used to play soccer with me, we went to the parks, zoos, and for walks. I would love to go with my daughter and grandson to our zoo, but before long I will need support to stand up.
There, but for the grace of God, go I. Please remember, next time you see a disabled person, but for a roll of the dice, it could be you.