I haven’t been writing much here because there’s not much to say since I’m not running, and what there is to say just depresses me so I just don’t bother. For those just tuning in, I sprained/broke my ankle on May 14th, 2016, and am still dealing with it now in December. There have been a few new developments since my last update, so here they are:
- I stayed in the boot for 5 full weeks before going back to the doctors at HSS for a follow-up appointment. My entire right side is now atrophied, and I basically forgot how to walk.
- At my follow-up, I got a cortisone injection (!) in my ankle. It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten a cortisone shot. As a needle-phobe, it wasn’t fun, mostly because my mind kept replaying how they explained the procedure – the doctor would “manipulate the joint and hold it in place” while the assistant would “drive the needle deep into the joint to inject the fluid.” Yipes. My ankle felt really bloated and stiff after the injection, and as soon as the painkiller wore off it started to really hurt the rest of the evening, but after about 9 hours the pain started to diminish and after a few days I felt like it was about what it was like before I ever got the injection. So… meh?
- But in the weeks since I haven’t had my nightly swelling! So ultimately I think it helped! (I still have an overall thickness in my injured ankle that might never go away – yep, I officially have a cankle.) And I know cortisone shots wear off, but the doctor said it might be the only thing I need to get back to normal… Yeah, it doesn’t make total sense to me, either, but in this one case I hope the doctor is right. Otherwise he said I could get surgery to remove the scar tissue, but ugh I hope I don’t need that.
- I stopped wearing the boot after the injection, and have finally started walking around the city a bit. The first time I rode the subway to midtown and ran some errands I felt like I had just been released from jail. There were some snowflakes in the air and I bought chocolates and a hot cup of meatballs from a meatball shop and it was like the greatest moment of my life.
- I just started my third (!) round of PT with yet another physical therapist. This place doesn’t take my insurance so I’m paying a bajillion dollars out-of-pocket for the therapy, but it’s more private and you get one-on-one attention for each 45 minute session (vs Professional PT where it was an open free-for-all). It’s not as convenient as Professional and there aren’t any cute guys there, but I think the therapist is good and I hope she can fix my broken and withered flabby body.
- I missed my 6th marathon yesterday (the Baton Rouge Beach Marathon), and it was the last marathon (and race) that I had signed up for before my injury. So now I have nothing on my calendar, which is good and bad. Good that I won’t be missing any more races I pre-paid for, bad that I don’t know when (if?!?) I’ll ever get back to running. I’m also feeling disturbingly ambivalent about running. A part of me still wants to get right back to it, but a new part of me is really just meh and blah about the whole thing. It just seems like so much work! And I’m so tired. And doing nothing is so easy. (And I do mean nothing. I’m not even cross-training right now.) I totally get the whole non-running culture now. Bring on the meatballs.
How was your fall running season? What have I missed in the world of running recently? Are you excited for the Westworld season finale tonight, or are you more devastated that it means no more Westworld for a long time? Share in the comments!