gah... so after my last post about how i NEED running to be sane i went out and ran again that sunday because well... everything felt great! the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, my smile was a mile wide, and basically rainbows were shooting out of my ass.
then it all came crashing down.
i was about 1.5 miles from home on a beautiful trail that runs along the river and i rolled my right ankle. i crumpled to the ground as the sky did indeed fall all around me. i laid there in the mud for a little bit chanting the mantra "please don't be broken, please don't be broken, please don't be broken" over and over again through tears.
then i took a breath and reasoned with myself that if i could stand on then it wasn't broken.
so i bore weight and... i could stand on it.
then i reasoned that if i could walk on it (in spite of the instant swelling just above my shoe line) that it wasn't broken.
so i took a few steps and... i could walk.
then i convinced myself that if i could run on it then there's absolutely no way it's broken.
so i ran home.
while it hurt a little it didn't hurt like i expected a break to feel. i've broken another bone before (shattered my right wrist in 2007) and just now i'm remembering that it didn't hurt at all for about 2 hours. then hole-e-shit it hurt SO MUCH! well... i ran home and it didn't really hurt and i figured that if it was broken there was no way i would be able to do that.
when i got home i asked my husband to look at it and judging from his reaction... i guess i should have called him to come get me.
as soon as i took the shoe off my whole ankle swelled up like a balloon. i basically took a shower and then sat on the couch with ice the whole rest of the day. then on monday i went to the doc and she had a little looksee and told me that it wasn't broken but very badly sprained.
*sigh*
being that i'm not feeling all that mentally stable right now this felt like the end of the world for a hot minute. then i dusted off my brain and took a breath.
the nurse said 4-6 weeks but i'm not in a boot so that's something. my ankle was so swollen the first 1/2 of this week that i couldn't get a real shoe on my foot. today it's still swollen (6 days later) but at least i can see my ankle bones now. before it was cankle city!
there's a pretty impressive bruise that goes from just above my ankle bone on the outside all the way along the whole base of my foot and ends just before the pinkie toe begins. mostly the bruise hurts but the foot/ankle... not so much.
guess 2019 is really going out with a bang.
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