I have been hobbling around with a walking boot since Friday, which happened to be my last day of work. [I lose my job AND my ability to walk unencumbered all on the same day.] Turns out that my use of free time [a/k/a afternoons] over the past month spent training for the SD Half Marathon has resulted in a stress fracture. [Yep – I have been training for a half-marathon. Underemployment is always good for my fitness level. Remember when I had that Sarbanes Oxley “job”? Well…let’s just say it coincided with my marathon training.]
Anyway, despite playing every sport imaginable in my lifetime, I’ve never really had an injury before [primarily because I don’t try very hard], so I’m not sure what went wrong this time [first person that says “you’re getting old” gets a boot to the head]. I’m not even sure it’s a stress fracture cuz I haven’t been to the doctor [lest he tell me to stay off it or some other news I don’t want to hear.] Instead, I have borrowed a walking boot from Rita. [Self diagnosed and now self treated. Who are we kidding…I’ll never take a healthy step again.] My toes hang out a little on Rita’s boot, but I’m sure that’s not messing up any of the important tendons.
And I’m not going to say that Rita is accident prone – but she does have a FINE assortment of orthopedic equipment [elbow sling, left (and right) walking boot, knee brace…I think I will stop now before I have to borrow another one.]
So here I sit on my sabbatical supposed to be staying off my feet, just when I have no need to be at my desk all day. Fabulous.
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2 comments:
I won't say it b/c I don't want a boot to the head... but I am THINKING it (and odds are, I'm NOT the first). Join the club!
You know there is a reason why none of the McSisters have an MD in their name. It's cause we suck at both self diagnosis and self treatment (unless of course it is the treat with lots of beer perscription). Go to the doctor!!
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