Be Careful What You Wish For

One of the things I wish I could do more of is work on my blog.  I love to write; I love to share my ideas.  However, teaching in a pandemic has meant that I have had to spend more time than ever on my big girl job (just ask any teacher and they will tell you that this has been the hardest year ever). As parenting and my fitness take up the rest of my waking day, stepping away from my blog has been an unhappy consequence.

Tonight, though, I do have time.  I’m injured – injured enough that I am on complete rest.  One of the positives that has come out of this is I have time to re-invent my blog; I have time to catch up and share the past few months.  This isn’t exactly the way that I had hoped to find the time I needed to write but I’ll take it.

So what happened?  The truth is I don’t know.  Three Saturday’s ago, I went for a run and the outside of my left calf started to tighten.  I shrugged it off but, as it wasn’t going away, I ended up cutting my run short.  That afternoon, it had tightened even more and was worse the next day.  By mid-week, on my walk home from school, I called my husband to pick me up. “I can’t walk any further.  My ankle is killing me.”

Since then, I have seen my physiotherapist, had a virtual appointment with my family doctor and been to the hospital for an x-ray.  It’s not broken but, without imaging, no one really knows what is going on.  My physiotherapist calls it an enigma; it could be a tear, a sprain or a stress fracture.  My money is on a stress fracture.

So I am on rest – complete rest – hopefully, for just a few more days.  My ultrasound is on Monday and, thanks to a sympathetic receptionist who booked my appointment, I should have a diagnosis the next day.  Then, my doctor can prescribe the right treatment.

Tomorrow is the start Week 4.  I have gone through 2 weeks without running and reduced activity, followed by 1 week with no activity.  I’ve been put on crutches and told to stay off my feet.   Am I upset?  Absolutely.  Am I frustrated?  Definitely.  Am I okay?  I’m not great, but I am okay.

I am working.  I am otherwise healthy.  My family is helping out and my friends are checking in.  This is just a hill that I can’t seem to get over but I will.  It’s just going to take some time.