Before the ankle drama, I had already requested to work from home on Monday because I had planned to be racing all weekend. After the ankle drama, it just made sense to keep that WFH request in so that’s what I did.
The hospital near us don’t have an ortho department, so he sent me home in a splint and a list of doctors to call. After getting home I had to figure out how to navigate this two floor house with crutches and was just exhausted. I also spoke to my manager (after debating calling her at 9:30 pm. BC assured me this was an exception to the rule) then just went to bed.
Tuesday morning I made an appointment with one of the suggested bone doctors and that afternoon headed over. BC was working and I already felt like he’d been doing way too much to take care of me, so I called my dad (who I also figured had a far more flexible schedule so a last minute thing wouldn’t be a big deal).
Doctor was impressed I’d been walking on it for a week and that even with all of that and very little stability, there had been no more damage. My x-rays looked good. If such a thing as a beautiful break exists, I think I have it. He quoted only 4 – 6 weeks which, y’know, sucks but is better than the 6-8.
Oh, but wait: Since your break is looking so good despite mobility and lack of support, let’s see what happens with immobility and full support. That means putting you in a full on, up-to-your knee, no weight bearing allowed cast complete with a set of crutches.
Thankfully I have a job that allows for working from home, so this is pretty much me for the next few days:
Not going to lie — I’m suddenly regretting all those recent weeks of binge watching episodes of My 600 Pound Life. Was a great idea, keeping me motivated and all, up until I suddenly feel like one of those patients before their surgery.
And I’m being perfectly honest, one of the things I’m most worried about is that I can’t really weigh myself for the next few weeks. It’s just not feasible with the cast. It makes me so nervous because I use that as a tool to monitor myself. Just last week I made a plan, an actual concrete plan, to get my shit together in that regard and now…. I just have to kind of go on faith that my plan is working. I have to have trust in myself and my food choices.
If nothing else, at least I can’t use exercise as an excuse to over indulge.
Also, at this point I can’t even think about Akron and my half-marathon. After not running the 5K/10K Challenge Series last weekend, Akron was supposed to be my comeback and now I don’t know. I don’t know how this ankle will go. I don’t know how rehab will go. Obviously that new training plan of mine — which was scheduled to start in exactly one week — isn’t happening. But I don’t know where I’ll be in mid-July when my usual training plan would start. I just don’t know.
And, because I don’t know and because I can’t spend the next several months worrying, I’m just not even going to think about it. I am going to try and force myself to take it one day at a time. This is not something I’m good at (I’m terrible at living in the present) so this is going to be a real challenge.