Thursday, May 10, 2012
It's been nine days since I tore my ACL (anterior cruciate ligament) playing volleyball. Now no more volleyball, climbing the Butte, water aerobics, or bicycling. I was exercising three times a day before this injury, and now I'm not even supposed to walk.
I do the exercises the orthopedic doctor recommended, but I am going crazy without exercise. I'm fighting the urge -- successfully, so far -- to overeat because I'm bored and feel sorry for myself. My friends and family help me as much as they can. They're wonderful.
I won't see the surgeon until Monday, and that's just to talk about my surgery, not even to get it done! I know how lucky I am to have access to excellent health care, but this waiting, dragging myself around on crutches, in danger of injuring myself further until I have surgery and can FINALLY begin to heal . . . it still gets to me.
I want to stress I'm not injured because I overdid it or pushed myself too hard. Frankly, I'm lucky I lived this long without tearing my ACL. My brother had done it twice by the time he was 35. HIs experience with this surgery helps me to face it. I'm ready!
I want to play volleyball again.