OH NO, Not Again!
Let me start off my saying that is there is some random way I can hurt myself, I'm pretty sure I'll do it. I'm such a dork. I mean, I know, from my children, that I'm a goober, so that's not earth shattering news, but now I have the boot to prove it. In March I had hoped that my hurting knees from snow skiing would be the worst thing to happen to me this year. That is a no go.
So, it's 8 am. We're at the pool because Elizabeth & Henry have swim practice & I'm going to do Zumba, because it rocks. I completely forgot that Zumba didn't start until 10:30 today. Bleh, oh well, I guess I'm coming back to workout at 10:30. I drive the peeps home, run by the bank, and then get back in time for the class to start. I LOVE IT. I love my instructor. She is a great teacher. The choreography of her routines make sense; they aren't too hard, but you can make them harder if you want to.
We've done the warm-up, and now I'm ready to work it!!! I love it, love it, love it. I love that I'm going to be breathing hard & sweating like no body's business. I love having fun while I'm burning major calories. We are on the first, let me repeat, FIRST, routine. I'm in the zone, lovin' the Latin music, and then I feel a POP. I know that pop. I've felt it before, and it is not a very pleasant feeling. I immediately sit down. I know it's bad. But maybe not.
Maybe I'm just thinking the worst. I rub it for a bit & then stand up. Yep, it's as bad as I thought. I really just want to lay on the floor in the fetal position and cry. Everyone in the class is worried, and asking what they can do for me; they are so sweet! Unfortunately, if it's what I know in my heart it is, there's nothing that can be done. As I'm hobbling to my car I call Hopson, the children, and then our orthopedist's office. I'm in tears by this point & the pain is shooting up from my calf into my hamstring. I know what this is, I know, I know.
The doctor's office was very sweet & they fit me in. I couldn't sit too much because my muscle would get stuck & stretching it back out hurts! I get back, have x-rays taken, and the doctor uses an ultrasound (which he tells me he will let me know if it's going to be a boy or a girl...not funny.) to see exactly what I've done to myself. I am proud to say I have a partial tear in the head of my gastrocnemius. For us non-doctor types, that's a tear in my calf muscle. Nice. So, now I'm in a boot, and I broke out my old crutches.
Oh well, it could always be worse. It's not a terminal diagnosis, although, I do have to take 2 aspirin to keep from developing a blood clot. It's not one of my children, or my husband who it injured, so you know what? No complaints here. Is it a pain? Yes, both figuratively and relatively. But, I'll survive, and now at least my right leg matches my left one. :)
Celebrating Life!
~ashley
So, it's 8 am. We're at the pool because Elizabeth & Henry have swim practice & I'm going to do Zumba, because it rocks. I completely forgot that Zumba didn't start until 10:30 today. Bleh, oh well, I guess I'm coming back to workout at 10:30. I drive the peeps home, run by the bank, and then get back in time for the class to start. I LOVE IT. I love my instructor. She is a great teacher. The choreography of her routines make sense; they aren't too hard, but you can make them harder if you want to. We've done the warm-up, and now I'm ready to work it!!! I love it, love it, love it. I love that I'm going to be breathing hard & sweating like no body's business. I love having fun while I'm burning major calories. We are on the first, let me repeat, FIRST, routine. I'm in the zone, lovin' the Latin music, and then I feel a POP. I know that pop. I've felt it before, and it is not a very pleasant feeling. I immediately sit down. I know it's bad. But maybe not.
Maybe I'm just thinking the worst. I rub it for a bit & then stand up. Yep, it's as bad as I thought. I really just want to lay on the floor in the fetal position and cry. Everyone in the class is worried, and asking what they can do for me; they are so sweet! Unfortunately, if it's what I know in my heart it is, there's nothing that can be done. As I'm hobbling to my car I call Hopson, the children, and then our orthopedist's office. I'm in tears by this point & the pain is shooting up from my calf into my hamstring. I know what this is, I know, I know.
The doctor's office was very sweet & they fit me in. I couldn't sit too much because my muscle would get stuck & stretching it back out hurts! I get back, have x-rays taken, and the doctor uses an ultrasound (which he tells me he will let me know if it's going to be a boy or a girl...not funny.) to see exactly what I've done to myself. I am proud to say I have a partial tear in the head of my gastrocnemius. For us non-doctor types, that's a tear in my calf muscle. Nice. So, now I'm in a boot, and I broke out my old crutches.
Oh well, it could always be worse. It's not a terminal diagnosis, although, I do have to take 2 aspirin to keep from developing a blood clot. It's not one of my children, or my husband who it injured, so you know what? No complaints here. Is it a pain? Yes, both figuratively and relatively. But, I'll survive, and now at least my right leg matches my left one. :)
Celebrating Life!
~ashley
yikes - that sounds awful! Let us bring you some food... any allergies or "I absolutely don't eat that"s on the list?
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