And the verdict is..
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Finally, after two months of dealing with leg pain, a doctors visit and an MRI, the diagnosis is in. Apparently I have a "stress reaction" that luckily has not evolved into a fracture. This was explained to me as a fluid overload in my tibia. The doc said my body "is trying to break the bone." I'm not sure if that's how I'd phrase it but that's what she said. She said I didn't have to have crutches but that I need "to completely shut down." She said the only exercise I was allowed to do was swim but not to push off against the wall. She said no elliptical, no stationary bike or walking for exercise. She said to only walk where I need to go and that's it. She said that I will see her again in a month, and at that time, I could probably move up to exercise on a stationary bike. Basically, she said it will take me about 3 months, if all goes well to be able to run or do impact again and that there is no question that it will not heal if I don't follow instructions.
So...in past days this would give me a kind of perverse pleasure in being told not to do exercise. Now, I find myself trying to avoid slipping into panic mode. No exercise except swimming?!?! This really limits me to whether or not my schedule permits a trip to the YMCA. This is made more complex due to the fact that my daughter's schedule often has her staying after school (right now about 3 times a week) for various clubs and rehearsals. The other days are frought with mass amounts of homework so taking off after dinner to swim is not really doable. I can see maybe being able to go one or two times a week. Hopefully, if I can get there, their championship winning swim team isn't using the lanes. The team practices in the evenings three times a week, The other indoor pool usually has a class or TONS of tiny humans bobbing and jumping about so getting laps or something like exercise is nigh impossible.
I'm really quite nervous about this. With the holiday season approaching, if I don't want to gain back what I've lost, I can't afford to let anything past my lips that isn't strictly within allowable limits. There's simply no way to work anything off. I either gain or stay the same at this point. I "feel" my feelings right under the surface kind of roiling right now. If I think about this too much I might scream. Or cry. Not sure which. Stupid fear.