It's been 11 weeks since I fell on turn 2 of my 1st meet of the season and fucked my leg.
I have been gagging to get back to normal and rather than wait for the overstretched NHS to give me physio, I went to see a privet fella .
I owe the NHS my life . I have ruined my self so badly in the past that without them I would be dead. .
But they are too buisy to give everyone individual care, so I went and got some physio . It was well worth £35 and ide happily pay it again. It not only filled me with confidence and gave me the go ahead to start hitting it hard , but it also relieved my fears that I may have done myself damage by hobbling around on site lately.
Me and Mrs Oily are now relaxing at her folks in Joney Onion land. I am in the pool all the time , every day and it's making a massive improvement to my recovery . I can stand on my previously broken leg and the idea of being normal (bodily not mentally) is not that far off.
I found a mag out here "CafeRacer Dirt" that focuses on the DTRA and dirt track in general. At first I found this a bit depressing and yearned to be back out there fighting to stay upright but then I also got a mag "Kustom" and this just got me right excited to get back and build my chop.
Life is good and it'll get better.