Last Monday, I hopped up into the chair at my podiatrist’s office, and was ecstatic to get the all clear on my right foot. While I’ve been running on it for some time now, I was told to stay in flat shoes (no heels), light running, and just be careful with it. Last week marked the 6th month anniversary of the surgery itself, and Saturday morning before my appointment, I threw out my disgusting boot, happy to see it go.
Fifteen minutes later, I walked straight into my bathroom door, and felt an antagonizing crunch in my left foot. Honestly, the moment I did it, I knew that I did something pretty bad to it. It felt similar to the pain I had in my right foot when I originally walked into a rocking chair 5 years ago (and thus began all of my right foot issues).
After getting the fantastic news about my right foot, my doctor went over the x-ray for my left foot. He pointed out an X shaped fracture on my far left metatarsal and I audibly snapped, “Of COURSE it’s fractured.” I was quite angry with myself – who walks into a DOOR and fractures their foot? And of course, I aggravated it much worse on Saturday because I can’t sit still. I walked around all of Universal Orlando (okay, let’s be honest, I hobbled badly – and in flip flops at that) and the bruise on top of my foot spread quickly.
I’m in a boot. Again. An uglier boot that the one I had for my right foot. This one looks like a freaking swim flipper.
Three weeks minimum in that lovely little shoe. I’ll get another x-ray, and then at that time my doctor said he’d “discuss” my sprint tri and my 10 miler race (both at coming up VERY QUICKLY). No running or swimming at all until my next appointment at least.
And of course, let’s add some insult to that injury, shall we? When I originally got into the chair at my doctor’s office, I whacked my elbow something fierce on the metal armrest. My elbow burned for days and days, and then finally I went to my general practitioner and asked why it was hurting so bad. An elbow x-ray shows that I chipped my elbow simply by whacking it on the armrest a week ago.
(maybe I shouldn’t do that, I may fracture or chip my forehead)
I’m being asked to go have a bone density test done. Something is obviously wrong with the easy fracturing/chipping of bones. It’s just really sucky timing on my part, because I’ve got SO many races coming up. Blah.
And my coworkers think they are hiiiiiiiiilarious.
Two steps forward, two steps back. I’m crossing fingers (gingerly!) to get good news when I go back in for my next x-ray. Hoping that I just need to up my calcium or what not (though I have been taking it regularly for a few months now)…hoping that I can get back to my normal routine of running again.