Get ready because this is going to be a whiny blog.
Sunday evening around 6pm, I got up on a chair to reach something. As I was getting down from the chair, I landed on a round object. I am assuming it’s one of my cat’s many tennis balls as that is their favorite toy.
Upon landing on this rounded object, my foot twisted under me and I fell causing my left leg to come crashing down off the chair also.
As I screamed in pain, my husband magically appeared out of no where and slammed my foot into a bucket of ice, which was so cold it added to my pain but he would not allow me to remove my foot from it.
Fast forward through a couple ibuprofen and a bad night of sleep, I got out of bed Monday morning only to find that my foot was swollen to the size of a basketball (ok, just a bit over exaggerated but it was extremely swollen), bruised black and very painful.
I couldn’t put any kind of pressure on it at all, it was very, VERY painful.
Due to my husband’s obligations at work that day, I wouldn’t be able to have it x-rayed until he got home from work around 6pm that evening.
DH dug out my old boot and crutches from when I had my foot surgery.
Isn’t that boot so pretty? I had to wear it almost 3 months last time so I had to make it look good!
Even with the boot on, I couldn’t put any pressure on my foot but it kept it confined which helped some. And having crutches helped a lot too.
Dh got me situated as best he could and went to work.
The rest of the day was spent projecting the worst.
AND, you know how they say misery loves company, as my luck would have it, it also became Day 1 of the dreaded TOM!
So now, not only am I in pain, but an emotional train wreck to boot. (Oh yes, pun intended!)
The worst part of my thinking wasn’t that I couldn’t run, I already knew that. Whatever was wrong with my foot, whether it was a break, tear, sprain, whatever, THAT was going to heal….eventually. All we had to do was find out what I did to it.
The worst part was that I was going to miss going to Pittsburgh for the weekend of March 26th!! I was going to miss the weekend I’ve been waiting for months for. I was going to miss rooming with Laurie on Thursday night! I was going to miss rooming with Jenny, Dani, Carrie, and Elsa Friday and Saturday night and all the fun we were going to have! I was going to miss the Just a Short Run HM and the big 70+ people get together after the run. I was going to miss spending the night with Anne and Bobby. I was going to miss meeting Mike and Frank and all the others I’ve been chatting with for months. I was going to miss everything and I was devastated!!
I couldn’t stop crying!!
So, my DH gets home from work that night and after all the *how’s the foot?* blah, blah, blah talk….I blurt out about missing Pittsburgh and start bawling again.
Immediately my DH cures that.
He says, “Just because you can’t run doesn’t mean you can’t go to Pittsburgh. All it means is that you might not be able to run while in Pittsburgh.”
Yippee!! I’m still going to Pittsburgh and I’m happy again!!!
But still swollen and in pain.
So, off to the Urgent Care center we go….with my big black pretty boot and crutches.
I didn’t have to wait long once we got there. The doc said putting the boot on and staying off the foot probably helped a lot.
He examined it first and determined that there was no ankle involvement, which he said was a very good thing. Range of motion was all good and I could move all my toes.
Next came the x-rays.
More good news….nothing broken!
With that news I said, “When can I run again?”
Doctor’s response was, “Oh, you’re an athlete?” (It was kind of cool to actually be called an athlete!!)
And with that, he couldn’t give me any kind of time frame.
He went on about how, even though there were no broken bones visible on the x-ray, that there very well could be stress fractures, tears, tendon involvement, etc and unless I got an MRI he wouldn’t know the full extent of the injuries and therefore, he would not be able to give me a time frame.
He told me to continue wearing the boot as a brace and no weight bearing until after the MRI.
That really bummed me out!
I wanted answers and all I left there with was an injection of Torodol, scripts for ibuprofen, painkillers and an MRI, and a referral to a podiatrist.
I did sleep better last night and I attribute that to the painkillers and r the lack of sleep and emotional instability of the day before.
This morning, after we got approval from the insurance company (which was another fun process….NOT!)…the MRI was scheduled for 3pm.
But I still wasn’t comfortable with the whole situation.
So, after a lengthy conversation with my DH about the pros and cons and the cost of the MRI and the Urgent Care doc who prescribed it, we decided that before I spend hundreds of $$$s on an MRI that I should go see a sports doc first and get a second opinion.
Considering my DH is normally right about these medical decisions and my decisions are based more on emotion, I'm going with his judgment.
My next appointment is Friday with the orthopedic sports doc.
So, until then, it’s boot, crutches, and pain killers.
But you know what?
In the grand scheme of things, this is just another blip on the radar.
My injury isn’t life threatening.
Many of my friends are going through much worse situations.
I’m just a big baby who can not tolerate pain and therefore, I whine!
I maybe sidelined for now.
I WILL run again!
Life IS Good!