So, as some of you are aware I was at the Download festival over the weekend.
Fri night we were dancing and what felt like 2 or 3 people jumped on my back. Next thing I know im on the floor in agony! My wife takes me to the med tent (im crawling) and they put ice on it. They examine it and tell me to walk it off. I asked if they were joking, they assured me they were not.
Head out of the med tent and literally cant walk, return for a second opinion, yeah its fine just walk it off they tell me.
They were proper paramedics in the med tent, they wore the right clothes and told me they were.
So I get topped up on vodka and begin the 1.5 mile journey back to the tent, an hour in and after several rests things are getting worse. I flag down a buggy with 1st aiders in asking nicely if they wil take me back to my field, we arent a taxi service came the reply. I said so you wont take me? I didnt mean any offence by flagging you down. They said no, so I tell them to **** off then let them know they are massive arsey pricks.
Anyway I carry on and back to crawling now, some security come over and ask whats going on and I tell them. She said she'll get a buggy and I said no point I tried that but she said she'll sort it. Anyway, 2 very nice men turn up who not only take me back to my field but carry me back to my tent as well. I had some drugs in the tent and plenty of alchol so got that down me.
At 5.30 Sat morn I need a piss so using my wife as a walking stick we head to the loos. More security stop us and see my knee triple the size of the other and then they call a buggy. The two nice men turn up again and take me to the med tent and I finally get some crutches at 8 am.
We stay for the Sat and get to see Guns and Roses 3 hour set and they were abosulutely brilliant but decide we're coming home first thing Sun (I had to suck it up and miss some bands I wanted to see on the sun)
The car is 2 miles away from the tent and getting all the stuff back was very hard, my Mrs obviously did 99% of it.
Anyway Sun evening my wole leg is really swelled with lots of fluid. Docs Mon morn, sent straight to hos. Scans reveal ive broke my knee and top of my tib!
They keep me in, operation on Tues morn to have a plate fitted and im now out of hospital and going to play xbox all afternoon while high on morphine and codeine.
Just to confirm, this isnt the leg with the benign tumour in that snapped my tib and fib on 3rd June 2013, it is the other which happend on the 8th June 2018. So metal in both legs now! Cracking. Anyway, I think 9th June 2019 im just going to stay in.
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Anyone else have a cracking weekend?
Fri night we were dancing and what felt like 2 or 3 people jumped on my back. Next thing I know im on the floor in agony! My wife takes me to the med tent (im crawling) and they put ice on it. They examine it and tell me to walk it off. I asked if they were joking, they assured me they were not.
Head out of the med tent and literally cant walk, return for a second opinion, yeah its fine just walk it off they tell me.
They were proper paramedics in the med tent, they wore the right clothes and told me they were.
So I get topped up on vodka and begin the 1.5 mile journey back to the tent, an hour in and after several rests things are getting worse. I flag down a buggy with 1st aiders in asking nicely if they wil take me back to my field, we arent a taxi service came the reply. I said so you wont take me? I didnt mean any offence by flagging you down. They said no, so I tell them to **** off then let them know they are massive arsey pricks.
Anyway I carry on and back to crawling now, some security come over and ask whats going on and I tell them. She said she'll get a buggy and I said no point I tried that but she said she'll sort it. Anyway, 2 very nice men turn up who not only take me back to my field but carry me back to my tent as well. I had some drugs in the tent and plenty of alchol so got that down me.
At 5.30 Sat morn I need a piss so using my wife as a walking stick we head to the loos. More security stop us and see my knee triple the size of the other and then they call a buggy. The two nice men turn up again and take me to the med tent and I finally get some crutches at 8 am.
We stay for the Sat and get to see Guns and Roses 3 hour set and they were abosulutely brilliant but decide we're coming home first thing Sun (I had to suck it up and miss some bands I wanted to see on the sun)
The car is 2 miles away from the tent and getting all the stuff back was very hard, my Mrs obviously did 99% of it.
Anyway Sun evening my wole leg is really swelled with lots of fluid. Docs Mon morn, sent straight to hos. Scans reveal ive broke my knee and top of my tib!
They keep me in, operation on Tues morn to have a plate fitted and im now out of hospital and going to play xbox all afternoon while high on morphine and codeine.
Just to confirm, this isnt the leg with the benign tumour in that snapped my tib and fib on 3rd June 2013, it is the other which happend on the 8th June 2018. So metal in both legs now! Cracking. Anyway, I think 9th June 2019 im just going to stay in.
[HASHTAG]#tldr[/HASHTAG] [HASHTAG]#lifestory[/HASHTAG] [HASHTAG]#summery[/HASHTAG]
Anyone else have a cracking weekend?
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