The story of the foot

So it's been two weeks and my ankle was still in pain on Monday. So much that I thought the worst. Luckily there was a spot open to see the doctor immediately. And what has happened is too silly for words. My ligament is actually quite ok now. It's still a tiny torn but that shouldn't hurt so much. The pain is due more to the fact that I have been still for a week, trying to walk on it as little as possible. That was the doctor's order from the other clinic.

The result? My Achilles tendon (ok I had to look that one up - my English is not that good) is a little bit confused with me not walking anymore and has become lazy. You can laugh but that actually hurts as well. New orders from the doctor: walk normally, do some stretching and massages so that the blood goes back to my foot and that my muscles tend to be more supple.

Good news is: it works... Yesterday was a bit painful but today is already so much better.
Bad news: more and more I realise I actually should have succeeded in my medical studies.... At least I wouldn't have to go to various doctors with different diagnostic each time....

You live and learn.

Life on crutches....

After years of skiing, snowboarding, swimming, running, playing tennis, it’s a miracle that I haven’t hurt myself sooner. However life on crutches is not as fancy and fun as I imagined. Beside the fact that my ankle actually hurts quite a lot, I am not managing those crutches as well as I would like to. I don’t know how people manage to look cool with them but I nearly fall every time I take a step. It's difficult to open a door, take a shower, ...Also, my other leg is now killing me.
Anyway, my own dumb mistake; should have trained more…. And I shouldn’t complain too much: it’s not the end of the world and I can stay home another day tomorrow. Yippee

20km and one torn ligament later….

I did it!!! Ok, it took me 2 hours 49 minutes and 30 seconds but I did it. And I have a medal to prove it. Sadly now I have a torn ligament in my ankle and can’t really walk anymore.

Last Monday, the day after the 20km in Brussels, my legs were killing me. I thought that was pretty normal considering the amount of sports I had suddenly done compared to the last 28 years of my life. So I wasn’t that sussed about it. In the afternoon however, my ankle was killing me and I was incapable to walk on it. I thought I just had strained my muscle and didn’t want to be a sissy so I left it at that.

Today, a week later, and because my doctor told me to, I decided it was about time to go to the emergency room. Diagnosis: a torn ligament, 3 days in bed, one week on crutches…

I thought sports were supposed to be healthy… Thank god for 24, Desperate housewives and Prison break….