Off thread topic:
Being an aged weekend warrior, when a couple of yappy 30yo guys(3) at office invited/challenged me to join their Friday evening squash round robin, I accepted. Hadn't played in 15yrs, used to play 2-3x/wk. Went out 2 wks ago, bit rusty but game was coming back, drop shot & lobs, owning the T.
This past Friday, was kicking ass, took everyone, the fittest mouthiest lad was sweating like a fat kid at a bell ringer pie eating contest. Last game of night, ahead 8-4, lunged at a drop shot, went down,....Rupture Achilles. FAAAAK ME! As i'm down holding my calf, ignorant shit asked if i'm sure it's Achilles, told him 'No F-head, I have a dislocated appendix!'. Who TF hires these little shits?
Got home, wife royally PISSED, off to S/brook ER, working pedals w left foot, driving like a China-man from Hong Kong on 401. Went to fracture clinic yesterday, wife came along; if surgery required, she had cash in hand to have my balls cut off by the orderly.
Long story short, surgery not required, wear aircast 6wks, physio 6 wks, blah, blah,...6-8mo recovery. Balls intact, humbling experience, feel like prunes.
Apologies for hijack.
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