Wow. I’m a little behind on my blog.
I bought a house, and I love it. However, I haven’t even stayed one night in it yet, but I’ll get to that eventually.
Running or my run/walking was going really well. I was able to do strength stuff, I was getting my running legs back and all was well. Both of my hips have been rocking it and all was right with the world. Until…
I believe things happen in threes, for some reason I’ve seen it happen time and time again.
I had closed on my house and it went smoothly. The sellers I had were great and they even left me cookies and a card. The next day we moved everything in, however so many things in my storage were covered in spiders. These tiny spiders inhabited every crevice available in my furniture, boxes, everything.
I was so overwhelmed with the huge feat of killing the spiders. Later that night I somehow locked myself out of my new home and I had to call a locksmith at 9:30pm from my neighbor’s house. I was so stressed about it, but what could I do?
Two days later, I was finishing moving the rest of my things out of my friend Jessica’s house. I step out into the garage, but I must’ve stepped wrong because I fall and feel/hear a loud snap. Horrific pain shoots around my ankle/leg and I just started crying. Luckily Jessica was upstairs, but as I was yelling her name in the garage she couldn’t hear me. I couldn’t walk, so I had to crawl into the kitchen and yell for her. She finally heard me and ran downstairs. I crawled to the couch and we elevated and iced it immediately. Every time I would move it I would feel crunching. I knew it was bad, but debated on whether to go to Urgent Care just yet. I tried putting weight on it, but it hurt so we went to Urgent Care.
They took some X-Rays and originally he said it looked like a possible fracture to the talar dome bone. He put me in a walking boot and told me to follow up with an orthopedic specialist. They called me back later to tell me the radiologist read it and said I definitely fractured my distal fibula. I stayed at Jessica’s because I couldn’t drive and get around very well. Life looked very bleak. I had just gotten my life back and able to work out after my hip surgery and this happened. I wallowed in the depths of sadness until my ortho appointment yesterday.
I was expecting the worst. I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to work, drive, and possibly have surgery. The ortho said that I tore my ligament and fractured my distal fibula. I have to start PT twice a week and I wear the walking boot at least for 6 weeks. She said I could still work, starting this Friday and I could drive too. She said it’d be a while before I could run again, but hopefully I could get back to working out somewhat soon.
I’m glad I can work and I don’t have to use crutches, but this thing will be my best friend for awhile….
Here’s a view of my cankle. It’s actually not as swollen and bruised as you would think.
Maybe that means it will heal quickly and I can bounce right back into working out really soon. Whoever is doing a Voodoo doll against me, I cry Uncle! I’m done! Please?
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