So after waiting forever for the ambulance to take me from A and E to hospital and spending a fitful night on the ward, I had surgery on the 12th June 2012. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't the most amenable patient in the world.

I hated having to ask if I could have a wash and brush my teeth and my hair was so unbelievably greasy it was unreal. The nurses, however, were lovely and bore it all in good grace. I went in for surgery at 17.30pm and had been kept nil by mouth all day, and had been the day before, only eating toast which I didn't keep down. Just before surgery I was really ill and didn't react well to the pain meds at all.

Surgery itself was fine, despite being so ill. The anaesthetists, surgeons and nurses were really lovely. Due to throwing up my pain meds every 5 seconds and being kept nil by mouth for 2 days, I was being an absolute nightmare. One anaesthetist tried his best to make me laugh and relax by telling me he could tell I coloured my hair because my moustache was blonde and such the like.

I came round after surgery, still a bit sicky and they tried to give me the last anti-nauseous treatment they had, an injection of something or other, I don't know why but I point blank refused.

Turns out in surgery, I had an ORIF operation on my right ankle. I had sustained a displaced bimalleolar fracture and displaced fibula fracture, known as a Weber C fracture?! In surgery they inserted a syndesmotic screw and 2 x 4.0 cancellous screws and I was put in a back slab cast after.

I was discharged on the 13th of June with Paracetamol and Ibuprofen, as I'd been sick on anything stronger and made the 5 hour journey up north with my parents to their house so they could help look after me. I was given a short demonstration on a walker and then crutches by my physical therapist, she wanted to keep me in longer to do more work on the crutches but as my parents were already on their way I declined, as for them it was a 10 hour round trip. So I set off on my merry way home and I don't think any of the nurses were sad to see me go.