TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13
As you might expect, I'm pretty much down in the dumps at the moment.
First of all, I missed the Wolves game on Saturday, a fantastic result and three points we badly needed. That was a massive positive for us.
I was sat in front of the TV watching the scores come in. It's not where you want to be on a Saturday afternoon. Injuries are part of football, but it never gets any easier.
I felt my Achilles towards the end of last week. I knew on Thursday that it wasn't right. You just know in your body. I knew in my heart when I went out for a jog on Friday that I wasn't going to be able to play at Wolves and it was disappointing to have to pull out.
I saw the specialist on Monday and I did have a tear in my Achilles. I had an injection, I'll be wearing a protective boot for two weeks and hopefully it will heal. There's not much more I can do. Hopefully it will have healed in a couple of weeks time and then I'll be able to start my rehabilitation.
There is certainly a feeling of deja-vu after what happened last season.
I worked my socks off in pre-season last year, felt great, played five games and then got injured on England duty. This time it's four games into the season and, again, around the time of the international break. It's so strange.
I'm not the best when I'm injured. I watched five minutes of training on Monday, watched all the lads running about and you realise how we all take it for granted when we're fit.
Hopefully it won't be long before I'm back out there with them.
Until next time.