My First Bout. Just Kidding! How about a broken leg instead?
So I made the team! I was getting my own jersey! I had my photo taken for the bout booklet! I was BOUTING! I had worked so hard for so long for this. Hours and hours of sweating and sore muscles and blisters and never being able to do anything with my other non-derby friends. But my reward would be worth it. I was going to pop my bout cherry in a home game in front of all my friends and family, with the group of girls who had become an indispensable part of my life, playing the sport that had literally become my world. I was so excited. I told everyone and anyone who would listen to come and watch. I watched DNN like my life depended on it. I spent hours trying to decide what my bout-fit would comprise of. What hilarious and witty statement would be on the back of my panties? What outrageous stockings would I wear? I was going insane from happiness.
And then, as tends to happen in life, the very thing that had become most important, was taken away from me. It was the week before my first bout and we had just started a practice scrimmage. It was the second jam, and I was jammer. It wasn’t terribly dramatic or exciting, but it did happen fast. I was on my first pass through the pack and somehow I tripped. I rolled my ankle out and fell on it with it stuck under me. I felt and heard on the way down several snaps and I knew instantly that something was seriously wrong. When I didn’t get up for a few seconds my coach blew the whistle for everyone to take a knee and he came over to me. I couldn’t move and my ankle was flopping about. All I said was ‘fuck’. (Naughty of me! No swearing allowed on the track!) The ambulance was called and I waited, lying in the middle of the track. I felt vaguely bad for making scrimmage stop only two jams in, a week before a bout, but I could not move even an inch. My wife was at my head stroking my hair, another team mate who is also a nurse was telling me to breathe, and someone else was holding my hand. I believe they were trying to serenade me and joke about to cheer me up. It kinda worked. But to be honest I was devastated. My leg was hurting, but not as much as my heart. I knew I wouldn’t be bouting, or even skating, for a long time.
The ambulance finally came and gave me some happy gas. That’s when I started giggling. The rest of the night is a bit of a blur – I was given lots of drugs for the pain. X-rays, doctors, lying around, x-rays, surgeons and some more x-rays later I went into surgery to get a plate and 8 screws in my fibula, and 1 long screw through my ankle. After a fitful and painful overnight stay at hospital, I was sent home with a cast, crutches and a shit-load of drugs.
Once at home I was overwhelmed with get well messages and offers to make me cookies and dinner and for doing my laundry. My facebook page practically imploded from all the love I received – mainly from the girls in my derby team. They understood more than anyone else what I as going through, and the heart break and disappointment I was feeling.
This was a week ago. Tonight is the bout that was going to be my first. I didn’t even get to go because I am in too much pain and the pain killers make me drowsy and dizzy. I have just been told that our team won though! I am so happy for them, but at the same time I am literally heart broken. I have been crying all night. Hopefully things will get better soon. I know that I WILL be skating again soon and I WILL bout. I am just so devastated that it wasn’t tonight.
I won’t be walking for at least 10 weeks, and I won’t be skating until after then. I honestly don’t know how I am going to go not skating for that long. I am at my happiest when I am in skates, small pants, fishnets and my TCR league shirt skating with my derby family. I will still be at training though, helping out with calling out the drills or training the level 2′s. Whatever I can do to help and be involved. Hopefully 10 weeks will fly by if I spend them at derby. In the mean time I will work on this blog and maybe do some ‘introspective thinking’ or something. I’ll let you know how that goes…
Thanks for getting through that whinge-fest! Hopefully I can write some more positive posts soon! And I have lots more tips for freshies still to come!
Leave any comments below about any heart-breaking experiences you have had with injuries or similar in derby. How did you get through it? Are you stronger for it? Or did it just happen and you are still majorly depressed? Let me know!
Until next time derby dolls,
Crussian Doll xxx.












