Because I took another spill Tuesday morning (warning at the end of this post is a picture of the damage. Hey it’s my blog and I <3 these pictures. Like, if you have any then post ‘em on your blog!)
Another fall?! Last time the damage was minimal. Because this time I fell hard enough to crack my iphone. And bruise a rib (or two). Seriously. There’s no point tenderness, only soreness/bruising pain (although interestingly enough, no bruise) so I haven’t gone to the doctor yet because it isn’t a clear-cut fracture and, after talking to a doc at the clinic later that night, the treatment for everything else is just rest, ibuprofen and ice. If I’m in lots of pain I can go to the doctor for a Rx painkiller but I’d rather not do that. I mean, I didn’t take any painkillers when I got my wisdom teeth out. I think I can handle this a little bit.
So running: on hold until the pain goes away (I’m told ~4 days which puts me into the weekend) then I can ease back into it. The pushups/situp challenge I was doing? (aka the 365 challenge) On hold as I can barely use my arm / rib muscles to push myself out of bed in the mornings (and the past few mornings my muscles have spasmed there. Ugh) or prop myself up in bed.
When it rains it pours right? I mean, at the moment I feel like nothing running-related can go right. Or without incident. I will say that the run ended up being pretty damn good aside from falling. Nice and steady and long with a spectacular finish (twss) (the fall was ~1 mile from the end of the run) But I do think my ego hurts more than any body part. Especially since both falls could have been prevented (aka tying my shoes and not getting lost in my hot mess thoughts)
Or my knee as when I went to the dermatologist (for a yearly head-to-toe skin scan) on Wednesday she looked at my sorry body (fall Friday, shenanigans Friday night, fall Tuesday = banged up) she noticed an odd looking scab on my knee. Upon closer inspection it turns out that it wasn’t a crusted blood scab but a rock/pebble the size of an apple seed / green bean seed in my knee. It was lodged so deep that I couldn’t feel any sort of excess bump other than what a scab would look like. The doctor actually had to use NOVOCAINE to my knee as she extracted the, as she so eloquently put it, “boulder” from my knee. And she kept it to show her colleagues.
Moral of my last two posts? MM = hot mess. Like, who else does this happen too? The good news is that this year I didn’t need any moles removed at the derm.
I also want to mention in passing that there’s some family stuff going on right now and things have been very emotional. Well actually one large family thing. So I may be absent from the blog world for a week. I am acutely aware that now that I make that disclaimer I’m going to find lots of time to blog/comment. Because that’s how it works. And, because I like reading blogs and I like writing my posts. We’ll see. I just don’t want anyone to worry that I died from infection or lung collapsement from that last fall. Things are just going to be busy and my mind is going to be all over the place, that’s all.