I know I bang on about it a bit and no more so than in my post "Footballs Not A Funny Old Game" but I feel I need to post again to give an update - and to have it documented on my blog so I can 'gently remind' my husband at a later date about all this.
We went back to the fracture clinic today and he had his plaster removed.
Hurrah!
Hmmm....well almost 'hurrah'. He's now been given an 'Aircast Walker' or 'Beckam Boot' as they are known - because David Beckham once wore one *yawn*. My husband announces this like it's some sort of trophy. Seriously? It's no prize for me...quite frankly it's like living with bloody RoboCop. The thing that grates on me the most is that my husband did this playing football, something that he has said - pretty much every year - he was going to give up. He's 35 this year....yes, I married a toyboy ;-)
Actually, what probably grates on me the most is that my daughter turns 2 years old next Friday and our yearly trip to Chester Zoo is in jeopardy because of this injury. Take note if you are my daughter reading this when you're older - Daddy ruined your birthday!
The consultant at the hospital today said when he reviewed his x-ray he can see that he has something called 'Footballers Ankle' which can be caused by continuous kicking to the ankle area. All those bad tackles coming back to haunt him. It's seriously hampering his recovery time.
Well, you heard it here first. He has officially said today that he's packing in the football. I'm not breaking out the champers or buying the party poppers just yet as there is still a chance he'll forget all about this when the new season kicks off. That's where this post comes in handy.In the meantime, Mini Cheddar enjoys playing with the velcro straps.
