Yeah. Not with that so much. Over the past few months as I've been training. I've been fighting major pain in my foot. Upon suggestion from my chiropractor. I stayed off it for 2 weeks and made and appointment with a orthopedic physician who specializes in foot and ankle injuries due to athletics.
Ha ha..I know right? Me....athletics. But whatever. She fit the bill. And the xray showed nothing. But she insists I have that stupid plantar faciitis. So cool. That's totally doable. And then she said..."I'm going to send you for an MRI because I think you have a stress fracture."
So at 6:45 this morning. I laid my tired ass into the MRI machine and it clicked and whirred for over an hour. While listening to top 40 over Sirius radio, and during "Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines", I convinced myself that there was no way in hell I had any kind of fracture. Stress related or not. So I would be up and moving again right quick. Because you know after running, walking and all around trying to stay fit for over a year...sitting on my ass is not so great. But of course they NEVER tell you what's up with your body because THEY CAN'T. They're "only a technician".
But as I was walking back to get my stuff, the MRI tech said to me, "So how did you roll your ankle? Did it hurt when you broke it?"
Shit balls all fuck to hell god damnit fuck.
Maybe she's just really book-worm-with-glasses-cute-hipster-psychic who guessed that is what's up with my foot and ankle. Or she's seen so many broken feet/ankles she just knew. I'm hoping for psychic.
Either way. If shit is broken or "fractured" I'm out for assiting Ryan in his race. And this is how I'll convalese.
