Well, I don't even know where to begin...I'm still in shock myself, so I hope this post makes a little bit of sense to someone...
I got to the doctors office, filled out all the paperwork, and the nurse called me back. On the way to the room she asks me what happened and I start off with "I ran 10 miles the other day...." I probably didn't need to say it, but I just wanted to. To say it to a doctors nurse. An orthopedic doctors nurse. I just wanted to say "I ran 10 miles" one more time....Anyway, she thinks that it's probably a good idea to go ahead and get an x-ray. So, we go get pretty pics of my ankle...and off to see the doctor.
He comes in, shakes my hand, sits down and says "so what happened?"
Me: I ran 10 miles the other day (I guess I just like saying it...)
Him: Oh...you're one of those....
Me: and you're one of those (T warned me ahead of time that there are alot of doctors out there that are against long distance running)
He laughed, and said that all the docs there were runners and his wife was an IronMan and that he just didn't get it. But he was not against running.
So, he has me sit on the table...take my socks off...and show him where it hurts. He then proceeds to mash all over the place (didn't hurt) and then looked at my x-rays. He explained that I have tendonitis on the something-or-other (my paper is downstairs...and as you'll find out in a sec...I'm not doing much walking up and down stairs). At any rate, it's the tendon that runs under my ankle bone and goes up through my calf. He said that there was so much fluid there that if I had of waited another week the tendon probably would have ruptured.
Two things that probably caused it: 1) my shoes - I got fitted for overpronaters but he thinks that now they are make me roll my ankles back in an effort to not pronate and 2) too much mileage too fast (I knew he' d say that....)
Me: so, I just need to take more advil...maybe get a shot or something, right?
Him: nope, we're fitting you for a boot...the nurse will be in to fit you....
So, at this point I'm thinking this is some boot that I might wear under my sock or while I sleep or something.
The nurse comes in and she's got this boot that's tall enough to go up to my knee (and it does...) and I just look at her and say "I think you've got the wrong one..." She went back out, brought the doc back and he just laughed at me and said, "not only do you have to wear this, you have to wear it for at least 3 weeks...hahahaha...." Okay, so maybe the crazy hahaha I made up, but for real did he just freakin say 3 weeks???? and then he proceeds to say "and if you try to keep running you'll end up wearing it for a year"....OMG...I didn't sign up for this. I just want a shot. And I'll take it in the rear. Or some medicine. Or a slap on the hand. Or nothing and a bill for $500, but not this thing for 3 WEEKS!!!!!!
All I could do was laugh and say "are you sure it's not a sprain..." He was nice enough to go get some of the other runners from the office to console me. And then I asked him the dreaded question: how long til i can run again?
Him: we'll talk about that in 3 weeks...but in the mean time I can tell you that you can definitely ride a bike in 3 weeks....
What??? I have to RUN in this marathon. Not ride a bike.
So, I just laughed again, made my follow up appts and left....still in a state of utter shock.
Additionally, I have to have physical therapy 3 times a week for 3 weeks (he said on the 2nd and 3rd week they might let me get on a treadmill!!!! Yippee!!!)
And then, cause I'm tough and i can do EVERYTHING, I decided to go grocery shopping. Big mistake. Next time you're grocery shopping and you get all the way over to the fruits and vegetables and realize that you forgot to get the sour cream clear on the other side of the store, think about me...cause it happened...twice...I think I was in there for at least 3 hours...
Finally, I'm going to look on the bright side of this. Do you think that this is the big man in the sky's way of telling me to slow down??? Yeah, I thought so too. So, I'm gonna start taking the road merely traveled. I read an article today that said that people don't take Sunday's anymore like they used to. It used to be illegal for you to kiss your kid on Sunday, or make a mince pie, or do anything for that matter. You were just supposed to go to church and relax. What happened to that? So, for the sake of my tendon and alot of other reasons, I'm going to start saying no on Sunday. I'm going to enjoy my coffee and watch Sunday Morning, and read the paper and just take a day off....
BTW, since I can't post about running for 3 weeks I'm going to post about the trials and tribulations of being in this funny air cast, pictures included. Enjoy!