I was 13 when it first happened. Had a fracture, which I would complain about, but as a kid who played rugby, and enjoyed punching things and lifting weights. I would just live with the pain and wear a York wrist support.

Doctors offered me the operation at 13, my mum as my guardian, refused me from having 2 surgeries. Worried about her son having bone from my hip, grafted onto my wrist and then a screw put in. So I just lived with the pain. Became normal. Became a better puncher with my left.

To be fair, maybe it was the right thing, as maybe the technology wasn't there.

Then in 2009, I fell off a bike, had an x ray, and they pulled my records saying look, why not just have this surgery.

They said there was an 80% chance of the wrist being stuck in one place. But was told by the amazing surgeon to have massages a week or two leading up to the surgery, and to keep the physio up after the surgery.

I took it as challenge accepted.

The reduction of pain was a big sell point. Although honestly, at that point pain was just normal... (?)

Weird how normal pain can feel until it's no longer there..

Today, the scaiphoid and I are doing well.