Monday, November 21, 2011
So it didn't go as I planned at the Doc's, but at least I got a few answers. The boot is still on. The fracture is healing, taking it's sweet old time. It's been since the beginning of August and Doc gave me a date when he thinks I'll be able to start training for my 10k again. March. March. March. I'll be in the boot until at least January, but no running, jumping, skiing, etc, etc, until March.
It's just frustrating. I know I shouldn't whine. I'm complaining about a broken foot and there are people in this world without legs. I'm sorry. I'm grateful for legs, thankful I have feet. I'm grateful for a good doctor who looks after me so well. I'm thankful that my job is letting me work even though I have a big clunky boot on my foot and move around like a moose. Don't get me wrong, I'm so thankful for the things that I have.
It's just frustrating. By the time, I'm done with this, it will be an eight month process. I didn't even think I broke it that bad. I told my sister to go shopping and we'd go to the hospital when she got back. I waited for 5 hours, sitting on her couch and watching tv. They gave me vicodin at the hospital that I flushed. I took one ibuprofen and was fine. So what the heck?