Something that is vastly underestimated following injury is
the psychological impact. For weeks after my injury I had flashbacks and
nightmares that were so real I felt the same nausea I felt when I ruined my
ankle. Because of these flashbacks, I started to remember more and more about
the injury itself. I knew what had happened but I don’t think I really
experienced it. After all, your body is very good at kicking in and preventing
you from feeling pain in such situations. In all honestly while I was lying on
the floor after it happened, I only knew I was really hurt because I felt that
familiar warmth of blood rushing to the site of the injury. As I started to
remember more, I realised why I had made my coaches feel so ill while I was
mid-fall. Sorry but it gets a bit disgusting here!! I had previously thought
that I hadn't heard anything break like the clean audible “snap” noise when I
did my first break. No, I heard a crunching, grinding noise, which I had
previously attributed to my wheels but now knew that it was, in fact, the
various components of my ankle being torn apart.
Looking beyond the injury itself, I do still yearn to be on eight wheels again. I've had to stay away from our Saturday (beginners and intermediate) training sessions because a lot of the time it is simply too hard to watch. Cherry popper games can be especially hard to watch. I was so close so getting the last few things ticked off my skills sheet and finally getting my chance to bout and now that’ll never happen. Honestly, there are times when I think a year is enough and it’s time to get back on my skates (well, borrow some given that I sold mine!) but then my ankle jars and reminds me of the damage that’ been done to it.
Honestly I don’t know whether getting back on my wheels will
ever happen, or what roller derby has in store for me in general but the
healing process is continuing, inside and out.
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