Today marks exactly one year since my injury.
In fact, it was even around this time (7:30-ish) that Mireille collapsed and remained frozen to the ground. She wouldn't look at me. She was sure I was black and blue and the size of a soccer ball. All she could think was:
"OMG, my kneecap is shattered and probably the bones in my legs. It's ok, they'll fix you... they'll fix you..."
She didn't even look at me as they took her in the ambulance. The whole time she just stared straight up, repeated the mantra "they'll fix you..." and focused on her breathing to get through the pain.
"I'm sorry miss but we can't give you any pain medication."
Mireille finally glanced down at me in the hospital. I wasn't even swollen... She panicked for a second: "Did I make a scene for nothing?"
The extent of my injuries only revealed itself the next day. And, we now all know, I didn't make a scene for nothing - unfortunately!
We saw the surgeon again today. Dr. B told us another 3 months until our return to sports...