You don't get much choice of hospital when you're in the back of an ambulance on a 999 call but I was in so much pain that I didn't care and just wanted to get there as soon as possible. I wasn't even bothered that they didn't have blues & twos on and weren't running red lights to get me there, but I suppose I wasn't in any immediate danger and I'd had enough presence of mind to ask people to take me to my GP's surgery which was just up the road. Somehow I decided it was better to go to a building with a doctor, my medical records and next of kin details rather than sit by the roadside. Still had to wait about half an hour in A&E before I was given gas & air and a load of painkillers though. Physio was actually at Jimmy's. I went there because they had the earliest appointment available.

I expected the rehab to be slow, painful and frustrating and I wasn't disappointed, but accepting it and just getting on with it made it easier to cope. Also had the beginnings of PTSD at one point (I have to be very careful of that kind of thing because stress and depression run in the family) but again knowing about it and understanding it helped to keep it under control. The mental side of this can be easy to overlook but I was determined to get back into things and make sure my fighting career wasn't over before it had begun. I think that's part of the reason why I made such a good recovery.