Surgery, it’s time!





So today was the day of my ankle surgery, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about it and got a good nights sleep… It had been a strange old few weeks, I knew I had to have this procedure done and even with this, I had a certain calm about it all. I wasn’t worried in the weeks up to my operation so much so that I wasn’t having sleepless nights. I wasn’t fretting with it on my mind constantly the days and weeks before, I was at peace with what needed to happen. I took each day as it came, even if most of those were very late nights, resulting in me getting to bed at stupid o’clock in the early hours of the mornings. These silly times made it even harder to get some decent sleep when it came to the night before my surgery! I went to bed at midnight due to having to fast and was still awake at three o’clock, only to have to get up at five o’clock for my last drink of water before fasting from fluids too. I then had to be up at six o’clock to get ready and be at hospital before half past seven, only to then be delayed and late due to a traffic accident, sadly it seemed like it was going to be one of those days and may only get worse…

I finally got there at quarter to eight, not before rushing from one side of the hospital to the other in order to get to the ward I needed to be at, worrying that I might not get operated on if I was late. It was lucky seeing as the consultants were running late too, no doubt due to the same traffic accident I passed on my way there. I got my questionnaire filled out and then had my name tags put on both wrists and was told an anaesthetist would be round shortly to talk me through what will happen. A few more basic questions and I was told I would be the second patient to be operated on, with the first being a very quick and simple procedure and with that I was told they would see me soon. I was still very quiet and calm, I had nothing to be frightened of. Continue reading ‘Surgery, it’s time!’

Sweat, Pain & Calluses


Kezza – Muscle Up.


Today was going to be an evening of pain, featuring myself, Andy, Kezza and Steve. Not that at that time we knew that it would be just that… On a different subject matter, it wouldn’t be long now until I have my ankle operation (a little over a weeks time) and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t playing on my mind now. I didn’t want to be stuck in a hospital, I didn’t want a operation when I have been having so much fun and even been able to train at times like the old days and enjoying my freewill. It will happen and all will be fine, but I won’t be happy about missing possible great days out due to it though! I woke up fairly late in the afternoon and it only added to my grumpy mood ( I hate waking up late when I have planned to go out early) not only this, but the fact my stomach seemed to be upset. It was a lovely, dry, sunny day and I wanted to be out training, not have a stomach pain and having to sit on the toilet numerous times. It had been a week since the last time I had been out training due to what appeared to be a monsoon season of rain.

I asked if Kezza wanted to be out today as I hadn’t posted anything up in the Nottingham Parkour Page like I usually did for people to respond to. It didn’t look like anyone was out today either, as the page has no posts. He was up for being out later in the day as he was busy tomorrow and so it would be better for him to be out today, though with us both being so lazy we decided to meet later on in the evening for training. Steve was also cool with that, not like he is ever on time or anything though… Elliot was a maybe, but I didn’t hold my breath on that. I expected it to be just the two of us out with Steve arriving late in the evening when we were about ready to leave. So I was surprised when Andy popped up on Facebook chat and asked if I was still going to be out as he decided to sack in revision for some Parkour park action for a few hours as a break.

I was running slightly late and as I was crossing the field expecting to see everyone already there jumping around, I noticed there wasn’t a single person on the park until I was half way across the field then saw Kieran riding into the park, shortly followed by Andy. It seems we had all timed that perfectly right. Training was as usual, mainly working out with some Parkour thrown into the mix. At one stage Andy did a diving kong to the railing of the small stump but his hand had slipped off the railing and he did some awkward diving roll onto the floor. This wasn’t his only bail from the day though, later on he was doing a big standing precision and on landing, both his feet slipped forwards taking it near enough up his ass and rode the stump all the way down his back and then finally rolled off it, by far the most horrible looking bail of the day and very funny to see too. Luckily a third bail didn’t happen and I think it was sensible to call it a day when he did.


Kezza – Muscle Up.


For once the park was really quiet, it was refreshing to be there when no one was around. It was still very strange for a Sunday evening to be so empty. Kezza was busy trying to perfect his kip up / up start muscle ups, which were getting nicer by the day, while Steve was practising to do the lache on the bars. He got it a few times, but then started to get a fear of doing the lache, not committing to the throw or getting the right momentum to transfer him across and on one of the goes his hands slipped and he landed flat on his back. Continue reading ‘Sweat, Pain & Calluses’

Loving the D’s.


David – Running Precision.


As you may, or may not have guessed by the title of this post unless you have a very seedy, perverted mind, it meant the Derby guys were once again back over at the Nottingham Parkour Park. It was just as unexpected as the last time they came over, but at least this time around Rob asked me in the early hours of the morning before I had logged off Facebook that him and some others would be heading over and if I or any other local guys would be out too. I replied saying some had already planned to be out and that I would see him tomorrow afternoon. I had a good feeling about the jam and couldn’t wait to get out there for photography and some light training. The 1pm meet was earlier than I am used to but I made the trip over for them to see another faction practitioners who had come with Rob and Tom too, I recognised a few of them from the Beaster Jam. No Jonathan this week though, they had tried to contact him but he wasn’t replying and so was assumed to be sleeping or just not interested in being out. It sure was a warm, summers day, the  sweltering heat made training unbearable at times and I think the other Derby lot were feeling it the most, being lethargic for most of the session, before training in short bursts with more rest needed.

I think we were all suffering in some way or another, David had pulled shoulders from all the swinging on the poles and muscle up practising. I had surprisingly pulled my forearms from training the day before, a muscle pull which puts you out of training quite easily if you are unable to grip anything due to them. It doesn’t happen often but when it does, you sure know about it and feel rubbish. I decided I would take this opportunity to take lots of photos from the day to let the forearms recover. I got plenty of shots of Rob doing running precisions, standing ones and even got a few shots for myself too seeing as my ankle felt good today. Like all sessions with the Derby guys, there was plenty of gay-innuendos, spanking of asses and manly groping, it seems to go hand in hand with Parkour training, no matter where you are. There was one stage where I don’t recall how it came about but we all ended up pulling on Rob’s stretchy skin and then trying to pick him up by the skin as he laid on the floor…


Matt – Gainer.


There was some interesting running precisions being done today, as well as a few standing ones of substantial distance too. It’s always impressive to see new things being executed, giving others new challenges to aim for within the park. It seems to be no matter how long we train at the park for, there is always something new to do. The Derby boys always do speed runs wherever they train, it seems to be their thing. It’s always fun to see people do a speed run, as no matter how fast and easy you think the set course will be, Continue reading ‘Loving the D’s.’

A Date With Destiny.


Like I have mentioned a few times in  previous entries about my ankle, it’s been nice to get out the house, feel apart of training, see people I haven’t seen in ages and get back on my fitness path. It was tough in the first instance, being so unfit but it has become easier over time. Currently I’m feeling better than I have in a long time and can see and feel the differences too. I am feeling sorry for myself too, because even though I am in constant ankle pain, I have enjoyed being able to do a few vaults and jumps these past couple of months. Once I have been operated on, that will all be taken away from me for many months, the summer months of all times, when people will be the most active, whilst I will be stuck inside bored and in pain. It’s a scary prospect, but again, it has to be done for me to move forward.





Finally, after many unforeseen circumstances and health issues I have encountered along my agonising two and a half years of  waiting for surgery on my right ankle. I now have a date set in stone for my ankle reconstruction surgery. I’m very glad, but in all honesty I hadn’t thought too much about it and had put it to the back of my mind, knowing it would arrive sooner or later, the latter at some stage in the future. Seeing the letter with a time, place and date on it in person is scary, as you know it will happen, it has to happen! I have been suffering from a ongoing, painful ankle ever since I first injured it way back in January 2012 [1]. It took a long time to get initially to the surgery stage, weeks and months of waiting out the ‘sprain’ period which they misdiagnosed and thought all it was, going back and forth to the GP explaining that it wasn’t getting any better and it didn’t feel right. Then trying physiotherapy, which didn’t work at all and then finally getting it to be seen as serious issue with the last resort of seeing a surgeon, who in matter of seconds of examination told me what was wrong and how to fix it. I was told I might not be able to do sports again and had a possibility of it not completely ridding my pain either, which was hard to hear. I had planned to have this surgery back in 2013, though due to other health issues to do with my kidneys, I wasn’t allowed to have it done and so it was postponed until my kidney issue had been investigated and resolved, which took a year to get to the bottom of.

In regards to my kidneys I had started to develop a constant thirst which wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I drank. I’ve always been an active fellow and have always consumed a fair amount of fluids daily, between 1-3 litres. Though now I had started to consume, much, much more… I didn’t know just how much until I started to monitor it and it got to it’s tipping point where I had to have a bottle of water constantly next to me drinking every few minutes. That of course also came with it’s negatives, I was going to toilet to urinate more often than not and got to the stage where I had to go hourly or even every 20 minutes and felt like I couldn’t hold anything in my bladder. It had gotten ridiculous, I was hitting between 7-12 litres of fluid a day, unable to go out, due to fear of not being able to get to a toilet in time. I felt rubbish and drained all the time, I wasn’t even sleeping any more as I was up each hour to go to the toilet even when I hadn’t drank anything which was disrupting my sleeping pattern completely. I had forgotten what it was like to sleep through the night, the amount of fluids was also giving me upset stomachs and constant changing fevers too, not to mention my stomach was distended and the size of a beach ball and wouldn’t go down, it was horrendous. People reading this may be screaming diabetes alert! Though that wasn’t the case as the GP had me tested for it multiple times, it wasn’t a psychosomatic response either, as I couldn’t control it, even if I tried. In the end after many different blood and urine tests I got referred to a specialist to see what they thought to it all, that and they would know much more about conditions involving my symptoms more so than the GP.

While in the waiting stages between appointments and since I had this ‘condition’ I spent most of my time sullen indoors, a hermit and a hairy one at that! I had stopped shaving and being bothered about my appearance and grew an epic beard [2] it was a very depressing and dark time for me, hence why there was a lack of content on my blog for a long time. Weight gain ensued too, I was unfit, lethargic, feeling aches and pains all over, even developing chest pains and heart palpitations and was generally unhappy with life. Thankfully once I had seen the specialist, they sent me off for more delving tests which would be able to confirm if what they though I had (Diabetes Insipidus) was present or not. Even though it has the name diabetes, it’s completely unrelated to the others and only having the increased thirst and urinating in common with it. Continue reading ‘A Date With Destiny.’

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