It's now eight weeks since I lost control of a dirt bike mid-air. I did not expect my year to pan out like this, I did not expect to be incapacitated. It's time for an update.

If you're surprised you haven't heard me on the radio for the last eight weeks, you're not alone: so am I. I winced in pain as I was carried off the dusty Mudgee motocross track but I thought I'd be walking within a few hours or at least a few days. I called the Hack producer and said I couldn't work Monday, Tuesday or maybe Wednesday but hopefully would be back later in the week.

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Many of you will have read my Facebook/Insta post a week later. Reality had kicked in. I had to ask for help. Life would be very different. I'd badly broken the talus bone in my foot. It required a complex surgery, two plates, many screws and several months in a cast. A bone in my thumb was smashed, another one chipped. Living with multiple bad injuries and two casts was pretty hard for someone who'd never broken a bone before.

Suddenly I was incapable of living on my own, not to mention the pain. It also meant months of cancelled plans: Hack, Client Liaison shows, all sports, all travel including a planned visit to see my niece is Switzerland. I had to accept that my life was on a new path, not of my choosing. A path with less adventure, less adrenaline, less money, less independence.

But I quickly saw the positives. My life had been so turbocharged for the last few years that I'd never had to time stop and think. I was liberated from the adrenaline chase which gave me time to take stock, to think more deeply, to consider what was important in the longer term.

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I did something I'd been meaning to do for over a year; start writing a book about my crazy journey out of Christianity. It also brought me much closer to my little brother Buzz (or Dr Buzz should I say - he graduated med school last year). He has been solid af.

I also learnt how to relax in my own home. I always saw home as a pit stop to the world. But it's so much more than that if you do it right.

The other fascinating insight was the anxiety that comes with physical weakness. Even clutter in my house made me anxious. Partly because I was stuck amongst it, partly because I couldn't do anything about it. That powerlessness infuriated me. Out in crowded public environments I felt scared of being knocked over, or falling over and re-breaking my leg (which almost happened once). Moving through a crowd of people I could feel the tension rise up through my body.

At that stage, I thought I'd be back on air after four weeks. Then another bombshell. An MRI report came back revealing I'd had fractured two bones around my knee and fully ruptured my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL). This meant a knee reconstruction. Suddenly my recovery went from three months to 9-12 months. Another round of mental processing, letting go of plans and dreams, adjustment.

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The will to fight back came quick. I started working with the physio to do everything I could to make a full recovery. At week six I started working part-time at Hack behind the scenes. While Sarah McVeigh was presenting the show about the Hottest 100 date change I was behind the scenes taking talkback calls. We were working towards having me back on air this week but once again there was a change of plans.

The orthopedic team at St Vinnies public hospital have been amazing. As well as performing the challenging surgery on my foot they were offering me free knee surgery, but not until deep into 2018. That was a tough pill to swallow.

Then last week Santa Claus came in the form of a knee surgeon. He said it would be best to get the job done as soon as possible.

"I'd love to have it done by Christmas," I said.

"Of course you should have it done by Christmas. How's next Tuesday?" he said.

"What? Really?"

I almost cried. He then told me I'd make a 95 per cent recovery and be skiing again by winter 2018. I was a happy boy.

That surgery is on Tuesday. Which means I won't be on air this week. I'm going back into the pain zone for a few more days but after that it's all forward motion, hopefully walking by the new year. Ideally I'd like to be back on air next week during our final programs for the year, but I'll definitely be back all guns blazing when Hack starts in 2018.

Thanks for reading this indulgent ramble and thank you for all your messages of support. People have been incredibly kind and some people have shared some amazing stories of their own, which really put my short term struggle right back into perspective. If you're reading this and going through your own injury struggle, big love; I hope you have great people around you and don't be afraid to ask for help.

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