I try to exercise regularly; I work in an office, so I try to make up for the time I spend sitting down with swimming. I’ve been active for the most of my life, trained basketball when I was a teenager, enjoyed mountain climbing and kayaking, and whenever I can I ride the bike to work. Having all that in mind it’s pretty funny that the first time I got seriously injured was during jogging.I still remember how it happened; the shame won’t let me forget I guess. It was raining the night before, and the track I was running on had scattered puddles of water, I came across one and instead of running around I tried to jump it. That turned out to have been a great decision.
The track, still wet from the rain was terribly slippery and I as landed my right ankle got twisted and snapped. And they say that exercising is healthy. Next few seconds are covered in white haze, I was blinded by flashes of pain, I have never felt anything like it before.The ankle was obviously broken, my foot was twisted in a grotesque manner, the mere look at it would be enough to make me panic if the pain wasn’t doing that already. Someone called the ambulance and after a trip during which I wanted to scream whenever we came upon even the smallest of bumps on the road, we got to the hospital when they placed my leg in cast, prescribed me Vicodin for the pain and dismissed me.The pain was terrible even if I didn’t move, but when I did it was unbearable. The cast could protect only so much, every tremor would irritate the injury.
But that wasn’t the only problem, for the first time in I don’t know how long I had to be still for days on end. I tried to tough it out for a while, I was keeping very good care of my body and I didn’t want to pollute it with drugs. However, after a couple of days I realized that the pain combined with boredom and restlessness will eventually drive me crazy and so I gave in and took a pill. It was an incredible relief, not only did the pain subside, but the euphoria that the drug can sometimes cause helped me with mental problems associated with the injury and the stillness it imposed upon me. I have been taking Vicodin until the injury healed enough for me to start moving around and I have never regretted it.