“So…. can I run?” I asked hopefully.
“Well, you seem to be having trouble walking..” Replied the orthopedic specialist.
“But, I need to exercise. I’m trying to lose weight. I just got into a good habit.. I don’t want to have to start all over.” I argued .
“There are other exercises you could do. Biking and swimming don’t result in running injuries.” He countered. “You can do what you can tolerate. We’ll schedule an MRI, and go from there. It could be a stress fracture, internal knee derangement, tendonitis or pes bursitis. Wear the immobilizer or don’t, whatever feels better. Do you want a prescription for pain meds?” He offered.
“No, I should be fine. “ I replied. I was convinced the pain would be gone, soon. I’ve had sprains and tendonitis before. I can handle it. I thought.
I was wrong. Very wrong. almost 2 weeks and an MRI later, the pain is no better. I walk like zombie. I lurch and heave and swing and wobble. Every step increases the pain.
I’ve been icing so much, I worry I’m turning into a popsicle. Or, maybe a blood-slushie. I seriously feared for my life, when I went to see Eclipse. (If any real vampires were there..a blood-slushie would have been nearly irresistible in this heat, I’m sure.) Apparently, the only vampires present were on-screen. I made it home safely.
I have purchased and tried every type of wrap/ brace I can find. Nothing is helping.
If I sit just the right way, (which involves pillows and elevation and just the right degree of bending…it’s a new yoga pose: The IfIdothisitdoesnthurtlikeabear pose. ) and don’t move… it is more comfortable. After a bit in this new pose, I start to think: “Hmmm, maybe it’s getting better!” Then, I move and the pain crashes back in like a tsunami.
I am having trouble concentrating on writing projects. I’m having trouble doing the basic mom-stuff. This weekend was my son’s graduation party.. it was rough and painful and wonderful. I am VERY thankful I had lots of help. I could NOT have pulled it off without it. I’m having trouble keeping my sanity.
I’ve been obsessively researching the potential diagnosis.’ I’ve been obsessively reviewing my MRI. (I have it on CD and downloaded a viewer- yup- that really IS my leg in the pic.) Did you know you can see your fat on an MRI? Gross. My brain seems to be convinced that if I knew what was wrong, I could fix it.
My brain is confused. I’m not a doctor. Every time I read another article, I am convinced it’s something different. Every time I compare the MRI pics to those I find online… I change my mind, yet again. (Funny how radiologists and doctors go to school for years to learn to read those things.. But, I think a few hours of online research will equip me to diagnose myself…Am I the only one who does that?)
I’ve been wondering if I’m a hypochondriac. Between hurting my back, and the lame liver stuff I had last month and this, I’m feeling like a wimpy-whiner.
I want my life back.
Once in a while, I pray.
I’m a little (maybe a lot) frustrated right now. To be honest, it’s a toss up who I’m angrier at- myself or God. Myself, because I have a bad feeling this is a nasty stress fracture and it’s my own fault for over doing the running thing… and God.. because, well.. because I believe he could heal me and isn’t. It’s entirely possible he’s allowing this to teach me to listen to my body and not over-do. It’s possible I’m hard headed.
Or- it’s possible there is no huge lesson in this.. and it’s simply something I just need to limp through.
One step at a time.
When I started writing “A Mile in Her Shoes” I hadn’t considered having to limp through some of those miles….But that’s for a chapter in the book, I suppose;)
Dear Lord– I don’t know what’s wrong with this stupid leg. I do know that it’s hurting and making me crazy. Please give the doctor wisdom to treat it. I hate drugs Lord- you know that- so if he could put me in a splint that would relieve the pressure..and allow me to at least walk.. that would rock! I’m worried about being able to function at MOPS Convention, and I’m worried that if I keep walking on it this bone will eventually snap right through. I’m impatient, Lord, and need to get ready for vacation this weekend. Please either heal me or help me wait… let me lean on you during this time of limping… I love you Lord– even if I’m frustrated with you right now- amen
* for the record-I am convinced I see a fracture in this MRI. and also for the record: I will be sickly thrilled if I HAVE diagnosed myself. I’m like that.
**** And now- just for fun. And because I have an essay in it… how bout we have a contest? Who ever diagnoses my boo-boo, most accurately, including whatever the doc recommends for a treatment plan wins a copy of “Momology“.. we’ll call this a scientific application of the book….. ;P
Group A (choose 1)
Internal Derangement of the Knee
Some combination of the above.
Group B (choose 1)
suck it up you whiner- call a shrink.
leave your answer in the comments. I have my follow up Ortho appt Friday morning. I’ll announce the winner then;)