Frustrated.  Bummed.  Angry.  Impatient.

My current emotions today, for the past nearly three weeks, and for the future who-knows-how-many-days. Let’s pause for a moment while I whine.

If you read my blog, We need to take this outside, you know I missed a step and fell.  The after effects of that fall is still running rampant.  I sprained my right ankle.  This comes as no surprise to my husband, as this is the 5^th or 6^th time I have sprained this same ankle.  Thanks to my lovely father, I have bad ankles. They severely overpronate.  This sprain has to be the worst one yet.  I have to say ‘yet’ because we know I’ll do it again someday.

I’m in a stupid boot.  It’s a nuisance.  I have to walk a country mile to go potty or go to meetings at work.  While the boot helps relieve some of the weight on my boot, it doesn’t alleviate the pain.

I take it off at lunch to massage my ankle.  When I get home, the boot comes off so I can prop it up on ice, as it is three times its size by the end of the day.  I know the whole RICE process.  Trust me…this is not my first time at the rodeo.

After the first week, I just needed to know it wasn’t broken so I could go forward with treating the sprain.  The receptionist at my doctor’s office tried to get me to go to urgent clinic.  I don’t need all of the redundant processes they go through.  I have a boot at home.  I know what to do.  I just need to rule out a fracture. I had to nearly beg to just ask my doctor for an X-ray order. Lord…

Less than 15 minutes later, the same receptionist called to state my doctor ordered a X-ray. I’m sure he probably shook his head, as my hunka hunka did. It was negative for fracture.  I was a little bummed.  Folks didn’t understand my disappointment.  A fracture is a physical break to the bone that can be repaired in a short time.  A sprain, if you have never had one, takes forever to heal.  Like in the movie Sandlot, “FORRRREVVVVERRRR.” Honestly, does it ever heal?  AND…it makes that joint weaker in the long run.    Frustrated to say the least.

I said I was not wearing the boot after today.  My hunka hunka says I need to allow it to heal and wear the boot as long as I need to.  Whatever!  He’s not the one lugging this stupid boot around.  We shall see. 

Did I tell you I was also grumpy, too?  And non-compliant?!

I was proud of myself being a few weeks back into my running game, first time in many years. I was able to run three miles again without stopping.  I could feel my body becoming stronger.  As of right now, I have no idea when I can run again.  I have no idea how far I will even be able to walk again.  I HAVE NO IDEA.

Injuries suck.   All I can say is when I find the strength to run again, look out.  This current setback will become a stronger comeback for me.

Peace out, Trout!