There is good news:
It still works. It's not broken. I can walk. All amazing things.
And I hope that I don't forget these things in the coming weeks.
Because... there is some not-so-good news:
I have a partial tear in my MCL and a bone bruise/micro-fracture on my tibia.
In English: I have a sprained inside-knee ligament and a sore leg bone.
In the scheme of things, I am a lucky girl.
"It could be worse," said the radiologist.
"Best case scenario," smiled my chiropractor.
I pouted: But when can I run?
The verdict is still out, but it looks like I'll be sitting on the sidelines until at least July.
6-8 weeks likely.
Rest. (I loathe that word almost as much as the phrase "be patient")
Ice. (my knee's new best friend)
Physiotherapy. (I start Monday.)
A sense of humour. (Laughing at myself is my new routine.)
I had a cry in the parking garage.
Again in the house.
On the chiropractor's table.
And outside the office.
Pity cries. You know, the ugly Poor Me kind that you never really want any one to know you partook in?
Yep. I did that.
Blubbered.
Felt sorry for myself.
Been down that road before.
And went really far down it again.
Dad asked: "So? What's the verdict?"
"The worst!!!!" I sobbed.
"Amputation?" he asked.
He has a way of putting things into perspective. fast.
Lucky for me, positivity is abound in my life.
When I am down, I have pick-me-ups!
You're loved, said dad.
You've overcome much worse, said mom.
You'll have sunshine again, said one friend.
You always beat the odds, said another.
If anyone can rise above, it's you, said yet another.
My own cheering section. How'd I get so lucky?
As the day wore on and the results became familiar, I started to come to terms with it.
It's just a month or two.
It stinks, no doubt about it.
But I need to channel my frustration into positive healing vibes.
I need to give it my all at physio.
Think positively about the future.
And come back with conviction in July with a strong knee and a fearless heart.
I'll be a force to be reckoned with on the tail end of the race circuit this year.
With a fire in my belly, I hobble on...
