Apparently the recently retired Brooks Pureflows gave me the beginnings of a stress fracture when I had to change my gait because of the pain from the blood blisters. I thought it was a sprained ankle.
A week later, I participated in the 2XU Compression Half Marathon. I ran 5km before the pain got to me and I started walking. Completed in 2hr 55min, and limped for the rest of the weekend.
Dawn came on Monday morning with a sharp pain in my left ankle. Decided to go to the hospital just to make sure everything was OK. The conversation went something like this:
Doc: So.. You had an aching ankle.
Doc: And you did 21k on this aching ankle.
Doc: Genius! We’re renaming you “Dumbass”.
Doc: You’ve got a compound fracture in your fibula. Dumbass.
They discharged me with crutches, a load of painkillers, and a week’s worth of medical leave. Got referred to an orthopedic doctor 4 days later who ordered another set of X-Rays, determined that it was a stress (as opposed to traumatic) fracture, that it was beginning to heal – and set me on my way with an AirCast boot – with a recommendation not to put weight on it.
This has been a lesson about not taking simple things like minor pains, mobility and the ability to drive for granted. Wifey has been good about sending Timmy to his Grandma’s in the morning and doing all the heavy lifting. She hasn’t complained but I’m sure deep down inside she’s a little pissed.
It had been 6 days of icing the sore ankle, but I’d been off painkillers for 3 days. On Saturday evening, 2 nights ago – I decided to see if I could walk on it.
Gingerly, yes! And without pain either! I’ve been off painkillers for a couple of days so I know it’s not them taking the edge off. My full range of motion isn’t back yet though but that seems to be improving steadily.
I’m going to take it easy (no driving) for a week – then see if I can drive. Upper-body workouts only for the next 6 weeks… and then work from there.