So I went back to the Ortho today, because last night’s repeated shifting of the foot bones really started to drive me wild. To the point, where I was having running dreams, but the bones on my foot were shedding like fur. That really hindered my 7 minute mile dream pace.
But then I wondered if, from her office, she had seen me exit my 70.3-stickered car with my boot and taken pity on me.
I wondered if she every had a 5th metatarsal break and how long it took her to recover. I wonder if she would let me ride tandem anyway.
|Original artwork by Tri-ing to Be Athetic.
[Boot Added by Swim Bike Mom.]
Anyway, so after I saw the Ironwoman, I wept a little, and headed back to the Ortho doc. After waiting for an hour, the tech took new xrays, and being the nerd herd leader that I am, I asked for new copies. Again, here’s a healthy foot.
And here’s what I’m working with:
I didn’t realize that the 5th metarsal was broken in two places. I learned that today. Who says you don’t learn something everyday? Boy, oh boy, I did!
That’s right! One, two broken pieces! Ah ah ah.
So, now I am moping because for my continued recovery, I was given two options, and two options that I do not like:
1) Wait and see if it heals properly. Hopefully it will, but there are no guarantees when (or if) I will be running in the near future; or
2) Surgery, which means being completely off the foot for 6 weeks.