Another Graceful Move by Moi!

After going to PT this past week I opted to find my exercise ball in an attempt to work out over the weekend. I found it and used some of the time to do my exercises. I was proud of my advancement and while I found my left calf muscle a little tight I didn’t worry.

After not really exercising in quite some time I knew that my muscles would respond with a resounding “Oh hell no!” as I continued. But I knew in time everything would fall into place and I would be back onto the road of recovery.

Monday’s PT therapy was hard but I pushed through it because it is what I need to do. My calf muscle responded by creating a sexy limp that screams “My owner is out of shape and this is how I will deal with it!” Tuesday evening as I was sitting in bed, I massaged that poor muscle and tried with all my might to get rid of the knots that were present.

Yesterday morning I was still walking with a slight limp but much better than before. I was thrilled that while I was still a bit achy in my lower back, a good PT session would reinforce what I was trying to do.

And this is where my grace comes into the picture. I was walking to the garage to leave from work to attend the session when I picked up the pace just a bit. That pace ended up with a deafening pop from my calf muscle. As in, all of the sudden I thought I would collapse right there in the middle of the street. I hobbled to the sidewalk, to the elevator and once I got into my car I thought I was going to die.

The pain was unnecessary but unrelenting. I tried to stretch my leg out while driving but sharp pains followed. I limped into PT and when the girls saw me, they immediately knew that whatever happened was not a good thing.

From their point of view, the pop I heard was the big muscle in the calf, something that starts with a g and I couldn’t pronounce it if you asked me to. There was a bit of swelling but the good news was, I could move my foot (with some pain but I could move it) and I hadn’t started bruising immediately.

They opted not to do any PT, only urged me to see my doctor. So I hobbled over there and was less than thrilled with her thoughts. I was sent on my way with two scripts and a “we’ll call you” type of discussion.

I iced it most of the night, thought that I could manage to make it to work today but my calf had other plans for me. I have minimal bruising but it is swollen and this morning it decided that weight on it was not an option.

All because I opted to pick up the pace going across the street to my car. I really need to start wrapping myself in bubble wrap. So tomorrow I will try again to walk on it. I have been gently stretching it, slowly putting weight on it and if I had crutches, I would be a happy camper right about now.

I don’t think it is a major tear but it is enough to warrant shooting pains, grimaces and tears from me. Maybe I can enroll in a class for Walking for Dummies. You know, how to walk without inflicting pain in one’s self.

In the famous words of Charlie Brown, GOOD GRIEF!



What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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