Christopher Hamilton

On Tuesday evening I play five a side football with guys from work, and a few other Ad Agencies around Edinburgh.

Tonight, with about five minutes remaining, I was involved in a very clumsy tackle by one of the guys on the other team. Essentially, we were both running full speed, and I had the ball on my right foot. I moved it over to my left as the other guy, my friend Andrew, was coming in from the right to try to make the tackle. As he came charging in, he went through my right ankle, twisting it almost completely 180 degrees, before falling onto it as it snapped back around. As I was hit, I fell and was spun around, landing on my back and slammed my head off the hardwood flooring.

Normally the fact that my head had bounced of the floor would have caused me some concern, but with the excruciating stabbing pain in my ankle, the serious effort to not throw up, and the concern that I’d broken something over riding everything else, it was forgotten about until I was asked a few minutes later if my head was ok. It is. There isn’t even a bump.

My ankle however is fucked.

It wasn’t broken thankfully. I realised almost straight away that whatever damage has been inflicted, the pain was different than a break. I haven’t been to a doctor, or the hospital, yet and I’m not sure if I will but I suppose that depends on how it feels tomorrow.

At the moment, I can’t put any weight on it at all, it hurts like hell, and I’m sure that if I hadn’t sat with an ice pack on it for about three hours it would be twice it’s normal size. That still might happen while I sleep. That’s assuming I can get to sleep. Did I mention it hurts like hell.

I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to play any football for quite some time, and that walking is going to prove to be a slow painful experience.

I’m exhausted but I can’t seem to fall asleep.

I’ve spent the last couple of hours trying to write the first draft of the first post on the new SSDC. I know what I want to say, but I’m struggling to articulate the post properly. I think that’s the reason I’m having issues sleeping. My brain is trying to piece it all together and get it up on the site.

Normally I wouldn’t really worry about it, but the site has been down for so long now that I really want to get going properly and make it as good as I possibly can. I think I’m going to have to set a deadline for the site going live again. If I don’t I’ll worry that the first post isn’t right or that I have to start writing the next one almost straight away. I’ll spend so much time trying to make sure it’s exactly right, that I’ll never post the damn thing.

I enjoy sleeping far too much for it to be interrupted with this kind of thing. I think I need to switch the laptop off, and just force myself to go to sleep now. Hopefully that’d going to work.

I finally got around to setting up a friend feed account today. It was something I’d been meaning to setup for a while, but always forgot. Darcie and I were talking about it yesterday and it prompted me to actually do something about it.

I’ll add the link into the Contact page with the others, but if you want to subscribe to me over there, my public feed can be found here.

Things have been pretty quiet of late. After the drunken shenanigans of the Stag Weekend, I’ve been keeping my head down and trying to avoid doing anything too financially straining. It’s a few days until pay day, (how I hate working pay cheque to pay cheque… that’s another story though), and until then I’m restricted in any activities I’d like to participate in.

I’m not the only one in this boat at the moment, which is why there’s been nights I’ve been round at my girlfriends and we’ve made a meal out of whatever was in her fridge rather than go out for dinner. Thankfully she’s a woman, and as such has vegetables and the like. If it had been my fridge we would have had beer on cornflakes… hmm, that gives me an id….. no it doesn’t. That sounds like a waste of perfectly good beer.

Later this week I’m heading round to my friends place, where the plan is to drink whatever alcohol we have in our possession, and I think Claire may be cooking her face melting Thai Green Curry again. I could be wrong about that though.

It’s very much the quiet life for me.

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I finally got around to watching Rambo the other day. Sweet Zombie Jebus it was violent. I thoroughly enjoyed it though. In fact it may be my favourite Rambo of them all. The first one was really good, but I think this one is just a little better, and a very fitting end to the Rambo series, in much the same way as Rocky Balboa was to the Rocky series.

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The weekend brings pay day, and hopefully some fun. It’s been in short supply recently.