On 30 May 2024, while riding a scooter with my friends in Ruse, I hit a broad pothole. My speed was around 26km/h (maybe less). After hitting it, the scooter lost its balance and threw me off. I fell and broke my ankle.

People around me helped and called an ambulance. After waiting about 20 minutes for the ambulance (during which a man offered me a cigarette, which I declined as I don't smoke), I got in and went to the hospital. They put me straight in and I went, swaying and shaking. There was no fixation or anything. There were two doctors, one Bulgarian man and one Turkish woman. They examined me and sent me for an X-ray. The technician's face was a bit crooked, but they took the X-ray and said it was broken. A right lateral malleolus fracture.

The doctors said the treatment would be done in Istanbul and sent me home. Since there was no lift in my own dorm, I stayed in my friends' dorm. One was let's say called X and the other was called Y. I spent the night with them. But I didn't sleep at all; there were bedbugs in the bed.

My mum and dad went round to see doctors in the evening, trying to find out if I should have the blood-thinning injection that the doctor in Bulgaria had prescribed for me and that my friend had picked up from the chemist on the way from the hospital to the dorm in a taxi. Later that night, X gave me the injection. After getting the injection, we first returned to my dorm and paid the taxi fare. Then, realising there was no lift in my dorm, the Turkish taxi woman drove us to my friend's dorm without charging extra. May God bless her.

The next day my father came and we stayed one night at the Grand Ruse Hotel. Then we drove back to Istanbul. Before returning, I gave my study completion documents to a female friend I had met in Bulgaria, so she could hand them in to the university's student office.

On 1 June, I was admitted to University Hospital. I had an X-ray and a CT scan. I began waiting for the operation. During this time, my father's work friends visited me. My uncle stayed with me the first night. That night, I watched the Real Madrid match.

On 3 June, I had the operation (ORIF). They gave me sedation and epidural anaesthesia, not general anaesthesia. I was very anxious before the surgery and before going in the operation room, they have me a calmer substance (I forgot english) and I calmed down. Afther epidural they scrubbed my legs which was a very weird sensation. Like grains of sand being rubbed down your legs. I laid down and a curtain was placed between my legs and my torso. They put a mask on my which was giving out the sedation substance. I slept for about 3 hours and they removed the mask, poked me and said "hey, OP, the surgery is done, wake up" I was like "it is? ok nice!".

I was discharged on 5 June.

On 13 June, my stitches were removed.

On 5 July, I started putting weight on my foot.

On 13 July, I was down to one crutch.

On 26 July, I stopped using the crutch.

The Story Of How I Broke My Ankle in Bulgaria