The Human Body can do a bunch of pretty incredible things. Like creating stomach acid strong enough to dissolve metal (which might account for new stomach lining being produced every few days). Or the fact that every month we are covered with a new outer layer of skin. Or heal.
But the human body, at the moment, is a source of major frustration for me, because, at the moment, it seems to be doing nothing but malfunctioning.
Last Thursday was my rest day, which was just as well, as it was a parents’ night. After all my appointments, I met Ian, and we made our way to his mother’s place as his sister and niece were visiting. We stayed there for a few hours playing with his niece (puzzles, made up games, chasing her around – usual 4 year old shenanigans), before gathering our stuff and making our way to the front door. As I was leaving, by doing nothing more adventurous than walking in a straight line, I felt an excruciating pain in my left ankle, and nearly fell over, as placing any weight on it sent waves of pain up my leg.
Thinking it was just some freak twinge, I waited a couple of moments before trying to walk on it. Mistake. More of the same pain. Ian’s mum drove me home, and I hobbled upstairs and put it on ice, while Ian went off to meet some friends for a couple of hours.
As time went on, my leg started throbbing. There was no swelling, no bruising – nothing that would make anyone think that there was anything at all wrong with my ankle/foot/leg, but it hurt, a lot, and I still couldn’t put weight on it.
Less than two weeks before an International marathon you’ve been looking forward to for months is not ideal timing for freak body issues.
I chatted with Ronnie online, and he suggested a trip to A&E, which I thought was a bit extreme, since I had no bones sticking out of my leg, and no obvious signs of trauma. I have only been to A&E twice in my life, and both I considered worthy of the trip, though not life-threatening:
- Toothpick embedded in my eyeball. It happened to be the eye I am not blind in. I may have been in hysterics.
- Piece of metal jammed under my fingernail. Finger had to be anaesthetized, and I watched in horror as the nurse detached the nail from my finger until she could shimmy the metal out. Of course, I thought it was no big deal afterwards, as I couldn’t feel anything, so declined the painkillers offered as I left. That was a decision I came to regret, as I lay in bed, sweating, and clutching my throbbing hand that night.
As time went on, and I realized A&E would be pretty quiet because it was a Thursday night and payday had not happened yet (A&E get a bunch of drunken mishaps), AND my foot situation continued to deteriorate, I messaged Ronnie back and told him if he really had nothing better to do, we could swing by in case it wasn’t busy.
Two hours later, and Ronnie is helping me back to his car on these bad boys with no explanation as to why I couldn’t walk:
Fast forward a few days and things are improving. I can now put weight on the left foot, and my walking style has gone from ‘hop’ to ‘gangsta’. I’m too scared to even attempt a short run, so I think this week will be about being super cautious and hoping for the best come Milan. I have already dropped a textbook AND a bottle of water on my other foot since hatching my master plan of ‘Be Careful’, so it’s going well.
If anyone has any idea what the hell I might’ve done to myself, I’m all ears. I’m pretty much willing to try anything but homeopathy right now.