Sasky (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} saskypants) wrote,@ 2008-04-21 09:29:00 |
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It has been a trying couple of weeks. A seemingly simple project at work has been stressing me out to limits I promised myself I would never reach again. And on the day it was due to be completed I broke my ankle. Loooovvvvely.
Inspired by the Biggest Loser season finale (go Ali!), and with a trip to St. John looming dangerously close, I decided to start running in the mornings to get my metabolism going, instead of in the evenings. I have attempted to talk myself into this many times in the past, but this time I was really gonna do it. SWEAR!
Amazingly.. I did. On a gorgeous Wednesday morning I got up at 6:30am and started my usual 3 mile jog. It was a little chillier than I'm used to, and I was still a little groggy from sleep, but I was doing it. And it felt good. I got to this short but brutal hill... When I say brutal, I mean it. It's almost impossible to run up this thing, the degree of the angle is so extreme. So I usually walk it. But this time, I was going to run it! GIRL POWER! Just before I started my ascent up this wall of concrete... CRACK! My left ankle rolled over, and that was the horrible cringe-worthy sound it made.
Oh shit.
A flame of adrenaline shocked my whole body. I knew immediately that I was fucked. I can't really remember it, but I somehow walked up that hill, frantically trying to get home. I continued walking, and at some point my senses came back to me... along with the pain. Oh god, the pain. All in all, I walked about 100 yards to the main road where I saw one of my neighbors doing yard work. (Yard work at 7am? Thank you, guardian angel.) Kindly, he offered me a ride and I took it. I was only about 6 houses away from mine, but there was no way I was going to make it.
After about 2 hours in the ER, the doctor told me it was a broken fibula... to my complete surprise. I really just thought it was a bad sprain due to the lack of severe swelling. I was so convinced of it, that I thought he was fucking with me when he said, "Well, there's a break." I even laughed in his face!
I went to see an orthopedist and she confirmed. I needed to hear it from someone else, just in case. She also confirmed that the "sprained ankle" I had 2 years ago was likely a broken bone also. At the time I did not have insurance and never got it checked out. But that one was more painful than this one. So I'm not surprised to hear it was probably broken.
2 broken ankles in 2 years. I need to wrap myself in bubble wrap and sit on the couch.
Inspired by the Biggest Loser season finale (go Ali!), and with a trip to St. John looming dangerously close, I decided to start running in the mornings to get my metabolism going, instead of in the evenings. I have attempted to talk myself into this many times in the past, but this time I was really gonna do it. SWEAR!
Amazingly.. I did. On a gorgeous Wednesday morning I got up at 6:30am and started my usual 3 mile jog. It was a little chillier than I'm used to, and I was still a little groggy from sleep, but I was doing it. And it felt good. I got to this short but brutal hill... When I say brutal, I mean it. It's almost impossible to run up this thing, the degree of the angle is so extreme. So I usually walk it. But this time, I was going to run it! GIRL POWER! Just before I started my ascent up this wall of concrete... CRACK! My left ankle rolled over, and that was the horrible cringe-worthy sound it made.
Oh shit.
A flame of adrenaline shocked my whole body. I knew immediately that I was fucked. I can't really remember it, but I somehow walked up that hill, frantically trying to get home. I continued walking, and at some point my senses came back to me... along with the pain. Oh god, the pain. All in all, I walked about 100 yards to the main road where I saw one of my neighbors doing yard work. (Yard work at 7am? Thank you, guardian angel.) Kindly, he offered me a ride and I took it. I was only about 6 houses away from mine, but there was no way I was going to make it.
After about 2 hours in the ER, the doctor told me it was a broken fibula... to my complete surprise. I really just thought it was a bad sprain due to the lack of severe swelling. I was so convinced of it, that I thought he was fucking with me when he said, "Well, there's a break." I even laughed in his face!
I went to see an orthopedist and she confirmed. I needed to hear it from someone else, just in case. She also confirmed that the "sprained ankle" I had 2 years ago was likely a broken bone also. At the time I did not have insurance and never got it checked out. But that one was more painful than this one. So I'm not surprised to hear it was probably broken.
2 broken ankles in 2 years. I need to wrap myself in bubble wrap and sit on the couch.
