“Wow, that’s a really great hematoma you’ve got there!” my podiatrist exclaimed.
“Um, yeah.”
“How did you do this? You did a really great job on this.”
“Ummmm…..” Scaling the Great Wall of China! Bungee Jumping! Saving a small kitten! “Running to catch the bus,” I said.
“No kidding?”
Yeah. So, it’ll be another 3 weeks in my air cast, which isn’t so bad because I can walk in it and I don’t need crutches anymore, and I’m hardly taking any Ibuprofen anymore. The bad news is, 3 more weeks (at LEAST) with no kickboxing classes or up-and-down step exercises like the elliptical here at home. She recommended I take up yoga and pilates in the meantime, which is great, but I pay $89 a month for frickin’ kickboxing classes that I now can’t take until after Switzerland.
Blast.
Basically, she said that I did some severe trauma to a couple of my tendons, and if I jumped back into anything too quickly – like kickboxing – that I’d end up snapping the tendon and have to do something really fun like, you know, tendon surgery.
And you know: I’ve had enough of hospitals, thanks.
In the meantime, I’m watching a lot of movies, working at learning some new video games, and getting my pony mod workshop in the basement set back up now that all the ceiling tiles have been ripped out.
It could have been a lot worse, I know. I’m just glad I didn’t break anything and all my tendons are intact.
Also, all this time lying around the house means those fucking edits got done, and the latest version of the book will get out the door to the appropriate editor and agent by the 31st.
Sometimes it takes a kick in the ass.
P.S. It’s also worth noting that, according to the podiatrist, my sprain was healing up “right on track.” Being a diabetic means that stuff usually takes a lot longer to heal for us than other people, so it’s a testament to my 1) great numbers 2) relative youth that it’s healing up just like it’s supposed to. Stuff like this is one of the reasons I strive to have really great numbers, and why I’m so strict about what I eat (people love to give me shit about all the stuff I avoid, but… well, this is why).
