March 23, 1999:
Playing tennis with a friend. Started my forehand swing at the baseline and it felt like someone was standing right behind me and hit the back of my lower right leg as hard as they could with a baseball bat. I heard an audible "POP."
Fell to the ground, took a look, and back of my leg from the ankle up was turning purple. Non-contact achilles tendon rupture injury. The worst part was walking on it to make it back to the car. Was "okay" until I tried to bend the foot inward in the regular "heel-toe" motion instead of walking stiff like Frankenstein's monster.
Surgery on March 25, the second worst pain was when all the meds wore off after my epidural. Yep, they did that for me and I was virtually dead from the waist down.
Vicodin would not even touch it. Had to take something called Talwin (sp?) that I was later told was an older medication (small pill). It was great, and made me not care for a while.
