Less than two weeks ago I found myself dosing in and out of sleep following surgery on my leg. Initially I was due to be operated on on the Monday, however it was pushed back to ‘sometime Tuesday’. Tuesday morning the surgeon inspected the leg and upon its unveiling it was evident that the infection was moving at an alarming pace as my leg had started to turn green. Needless to say, I was in for surgery within 10minutes. After the operation I did attempt to ask a few questions whilst in recovery but I was so out of it I could have been asking anything from ‘was the surgery a success’ to ‘what’s your favourite football team?’ I definitely couldn’t remember the responses anyway and I knew I wouldn’t be seeing the surgeon again until the next morning. So, for some time I sat there debating what was going to happen next. ‘Could I compete at London’, ‘Will I be running again in the next few months’, ‘What happens if they can’t stop the infection.’
These thoughts didn’t last for too long though as I was blessed with many visitors, from Hannah’s grandparents who had to cope with my dopeyness, to Mick and Sandra who were a constant source of support and positivity visiting every night, to my Auntie Emma, Lee, Charlotte and Adam who made sure I was stocked up on books, dvd’s and most importantly chocolate/biscuits. Added to that I was inundated with messages of support (and some well deserved abuse) from family (particularly my poor dad who was panicking and was gutted for me at the prospect of missing London) friends, the RAF and team thie.
By the Monday the wound had risen at an unbelievable rate and looked so much better than we could have imagined. I felt ready to try a run but had to make sure the wound was wrapped up well. I headed out towards Bute Park for 4 miles and to my amazement felt ok as I knocked out 5.40’s. As soon as I turned around though I noticed my dressing was coming off so it was a long walk/shuffle back with a big smile on my face. From there the week continued to improve as I managed a couple of steady 10milers, and 8 miler and an easy 6.
A big thanks to the staff at the hospital. They were fantastic. I didn’t fully appreciate the circumstances in which they have to work under. There are a lot of people out there who like to moan about the NHS but I for one think we’re lucky to have such a great health service.
Thanks again for reading, I’ll see some of you around London