Did that really Happen?

So where was I ....... that's right ICU. I was moved down to the orthopedic ward  by lunch time where I was taken off my morphine drip because i wasn't using enough , I mean come on if I knew those were the rules I would have hit big red a bit more. I spent the next day getting visits from all the Army boys the support  from my unit has been unreal and continues to be,  the camaraderie is one of the  very reasons I joined the Army Reserves, I love my part time Job as Rifleman  the trainings hard , the  condition suck ( if it's not raining were not training ) but none of that matters when you are out there with ya mates taking the piss out of each other , I love nothing better then in the middle of big pack march when ya start feeling the fatigue  to  ask my mate Andy (my good friend)   if he wants to quit or if he want me to  carry his weapon , he does the same to me we both know that neither would ever give up  but its fun taking the Micky.

Anyway the love just kept coming From friends and family all day. In between the visits i would  sleep  dossed up on Endone  and usually awake to a nurse or doctor asking me to squeeze there hand and have them hit me with there stupid little reflex hammer they told me news had gotten around the ward and surgical team  about "the trampoline guy" the words "luckiest guy in the hospital"  were thrown around a bit .
 later that day my favorite visitors game to see me my little family  miss Claire, Tyler and my beautiful wife Rachael . I think i may have hugged them a Little tighter then usual and i can tell you i hold that hug a little longer now .My little princess was so gentle laying with me asking me if my neck was better yet ( she sat with me on the trampoline telling me I would be ok she really is a amazing little person  )  I was just so grateful to be able to hold them they all really do mean the world to me and to think that just 24 hours ago I was facing the real possibility of never holding them again......so much can happen in a day ,you really don't know whats around the corner. after they had left my buddy Pork chop (have to love army nicknames)  came to visit he even smuggled in some dark chocolate ,he knows me all too well .  we just sat and chatted for a bit but there was something i wanted to do now my beautiful wife  had left for the night.
I had to wait for her to leave because she would have made me stay in bed but i just needed to show myself that i could do it that i could walk with out being a wobbly mess. I know I  was pushing the envelop being just 22 hours out of surgery but that's me always in a rush,if you know be you know that I'm not patient. I told  my buddy Pork chop that i wanted to go for a walk ,  so off we set just doing laps of the ward for around ten minutes ,it was a win. I went to bed feeling like I had Taken a small step on getting my life back to normal and that I showed my self that I was "ok". 

the next morning I was Keen to show of my latest amazing feat of walking , but i hadn't perfected it yet so my Super supportive rehab specialist  sister   met me  in my room and she walked with me down to the coffee shop . It was so good just to sit there and look  around outside  and have a chat and be reassured all the things that I was feeling were normal. I wonder if she know how just twenty minutes out of her day lifted my spirits for rest of my day, i think there is a lesson in that .
 
The  next visit was from  the surgeon who dropped in to visit me this guy is the da man he had given me the best possible chance at making a full recovery with his surgical procedure, he was just amazed at me being up and mobile .  I  gave him the thumbs up and told him thanks on keeping my arms and legs still moving , he laughed  he told me that Crossfit had a big hand in saving  me ,that my love affair / OCD (obsessive crossfit disorder )with functional fitness had probably saved my life ,that my strong upper back and neck  had braced my injure when i  had sat up on the trampoline not only  once but  twice .
 He also mentioned that i could go home today if I wanted  , but that didn't last long they said one more night was needed just to monitor me oh well i had only had my broken neck fixed i guess 48 hours in hospital wasn't soooooo bad.......frick I have been lucky.
       

Disclaimer: The above is me trying to recall events over a period of time of very high dosages of pain medication and time of stress so it may have happened slightly differently but it did happen ;)