On Monday I was dealt a bit of bad news. It seems that I didn’t escape Chippewa unscathed. I’ve been doing what every runner does and ignoring a nasty pain in my foot figuring that it must be a cramp, or due to running oddly due to my busted toe.
After a defeating limp home on Monday, I finally went to the Ortho doc for an x-ray of my foot. I entered TRIA Orthopedics with great fear in my heart.
The doctor twisted and smashed and I attempted not to leap off the table or kick him in the face. I was a good patient and nodded and answered questions appropriately.
“Have you rolled your ankle recently?”
“Yep, at a trail race a couple weeks ago.”
“Did you know you have a broken toe?”
“Yes, I did that there too.”
“When’s the last time you ran?”
“Does this hurt?” twist/smash/push
“We need an x-ray. It’s likely that this (pointing to the base of the 5th metatarsal) is broken”
I steeled up. I didn’t even cry. I just limped to the x-ray and got pictures of my foot taken and waited for the results.
Soon enough the doctor was back pointing to the fracture in my foot. It seems that when I rolled my ankle at Chippewa, stress was placed on the 5th metatarsal. This stress was beyond what my bone could handle and it busted. My fracture was just beyond the avulsion line, and so was diagnosed as a traumatic Jone’s Fracture.
I’m in a boot and crutches and have orders to put no pressure on my foot for the next two weeks in an attempt to have the bone start stitching itself together. In two weeks I get a follow up and a game plan.
Why is this important? Apparently Jone’s Fractures are sort of hard to heal. Not much blood goes to the area. If no healing is going on, Jone’s Fractures are treated with bone stimulation or surgery. Hopefully I’ll prove my bionic truth and have some bone stitching going on at my two week appointment.
I admit to going home and making some angry, whiny, why me type statements. I admit to staring at the calendar and feeling frantic. I admit to feeling lost.
I woke up this morning OK. I’m getting a grip, even if I still feel sad. This sucks. It really does. I will, however, run again. I plan to come out of this boot crazy strong. I’m talking super woman strong. I’m working on a plan for that. I’m building an amazing workout for sufferers of broken feet. This is going to be a best seller (free). My race plans are being re-adjusted and goals are being re-evaluated. I have to make a ‘new happy’ for now. That’s OK.
This is a little blip of time in the scope of my life. I might as well make the best of it, heal the foot and get mega strong in the meantime. Stay tuned.
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