Yeah thanks man.
That was 4 months on crutches. It was a long haul.
But unfortunately that was not the worst of it. One year later, more or less to the day, I had another accident, far worse, different limb, and honestly I'll take the broken femur over the following accident any day (pain, 2-year recovery, fucked up PTSD stuff etc).
Edit : The leg is fine now. Was a long time ago, over 10years. It's a bit shorter than the other one (about 2cms, bit more than half an inch), so mild Trendelenburg Gait issues.
I'm speechless. That was a rough couple of years, my friend. Hope you are in good shape now.
Fair warning to others: ignore, incoming:
rant/
I didn't suffer grievous accidents, so I cannot relate 100%. Worst thing was meningitis as a child, and being given 0 chances to ever be anything else than a vegetable for the rest of my existence. I remember my reaction to light, touch etc. Me being able to function today is a miracle and I attribute it to a higher power. I don't want to feed any trolls, but for me it was God. To this day, it's unexplained how I instantly "snapped out of it", after a modest prayer. The second worst thing waking up during surgery - that was right after my 3rd birthday (they wouldn't open a younger child in my condition) - and feeling I'm choking with my own blood (it was neck surgery); the pain I don't remember. Just the choking and seeing people around the surgery table. The anesthetist did his job and I slipped back into sleep.
Other than that, most of the adversity I had to go through dealt with the mental side - losing multiple family members at a young age - both me, and them I mean, being way too young for that; people that lived responsibly, were A+ dudes...but...rare diseases; as a child, I lived for years expecting each day to be the last one for one of them. What almost killed me mentally (if not in, but bordering depression) was a "no fault" divorce that came out of nowhere (after more than a decade of marriage) and put me out of commission for a long time. Now this last one brought some auto-immune stuff, was a hair away from ulcer, 4 months of conjunctivitis that would not respond to any treatment...and other stuff; running from doctor to doctor, until I had a moment when I said "enough is enough" and either something supernatural happens, or I'll die waiting for it. The whole thing almost drove me mad. But, in the end, things were taken care of - not by me, and not by doctors. Money...I didn't even count the loss of money. I still don't care about them. I'm fine.
Anyway - this whole thing shaped me a LOT. I'm a different from the guy that even joined Sherdog back in 2014. You won't find me on someone's profile anymore asking about who that chick is. I'm also on that no fap time, I was that close to fall back into my old P addiction during the whole debacle. It just isn't for me, I know myself well - it wouldn't be even if I were the staunchest atheist, Buddhist, Muslim or whatever - of that, I am sure. Today I give back, I help others (regardless of their world view) to deal with pain in a more constructive way.
Anyway...all the best, my friend! Stay safe, to the best of your abilities
.
/rant
