I’ve never broken a bone.
Never.
Not even a toe.
(that I know of)
Until now.
I’m in a fitness walking class, and the last couple weeks have gotten intense. The distance has dramatically increased. As have my personal goals. If you follow me on Instagram you know I have been working to increase my distance and speed.
I am very sad to say that my goals of finishing my miles for my class, and doing the Camp Pendleton Mud Run next month have been crushed.
I have had some wicked shin pain for a few weeks, Shin Splints I keep telling myself. Stretching helps, but they come back, and last longer, and hurt like a Mo-Fo.
I noticed the pain was really coming from one area, and once all my shin pain had subsided, if I touched, or bumped this one small area, about the size of a pea, it was excruciating. Like reeling back in pain.
I finally got to the doctor and my diagnosis is “probable stress fracture of my tibia” Because I can walk with little to no pain, he wasn’t going to put me through extra appointments and MRI to diagnose because treatment would be the same. But I either have a stress fracture, or I am forming one. So no activity for 2 weeks, then I can try light impact exercise, like cycling or swimming. in 4 weeks I go in to recheck.
*sigh*
And of course now because my hypochondriac ass has a diagnosis, I feel like it starting to hurt constantly, so I must be dying, or the bone is surely getting ready to snap in half.
Which seriously isn’t funny. I had a friend who broke his leg a few years ago, and he spent like WEEKS in the hospital.
So for now I monitor it.
and hope it doesn’t snap in half.
and there goes my hopes of dying an old lady who never broke a bone in her life.
The image attached to this post is not my X-Ray. Mine is somewhere at the Navel Hospital.