As I sit and wait (literally and figuratively) for my foot to heal, the free time has given me the ability to look at my situation and spend some time in what I hope to be positive reflection.
The first thing that I need to admit to myself, is that I am enjoying the down time. Yes, as weird as this may sound, I am liking the time away from working out. After several years of training and competing the break is relaxing, both mentally and physically. Continue reading “Reflection on an injury”
I just got back from the doctor and the results of my MRI are in.
The good news is that I don’t have a stress fracture. But, I do have stress reactions aka “Chronic Repetitive Stress Injury of the Bone” (precursors to fractures) in both my 3rd and 4th metatarsals. It is a good thing that I shut my training down when I did or it could have progressed to a full fledged stress fracture.
The bad news is that I have a lot of other things wrong with my foot/ankle that will still require an additional 3 weeks in the boot to heal. Continue reading “The results are in . . .”
Thursday Sept 28th was exactly 8 weeks from the day of the crash and Luke got some of his most encouraging news to date.
It is time to ditch the crutches!
He can walk without his fine metal friends.
The boot isn’t gone yet, he still has that for one more week. But, he is one step closer to being fully recovered!
The human body and its ability to heal injuries is awe inspiring.
In eight weeks to go from a serious crash
with a fully displaced fracture
onto crutches and then to be back walking is just amazing.
God is good!
For the background on this, see my earlier post The Call.
As the Dr. entered the room, he looked at the image of Luke’s ankle on the computer screen and said exactly what I had been expecting:
“That looks bad. We definitely need to fix that!”
He then gave a complete description of what he saw in the x-ray (a fully displaced, medial malleolar fracture) and described the process of how it should be fixed (open reduction with internal fixation). Continue reading “At the Surgeon”
It was 7:18 on a rainy Thursday evening. I was sitting in a U-Haul truck outside of a friends house getting ready to move some furniture and my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw a number I didn’t recognize. My immediate reaction was:
“Another robocall, I wish they would stop.”
Then for some reason I decided to answer the call.
The voice on the other side said:
This is Officer (Name omitted) from the Hyattsville Police Department, I want to let you know your son is OK, he is awake, alert and responsive, can move all of his extremities and has a lot of scrapes and bruises. He was hit by a Jeep while riding his bicycle and is in the hospital emergency room for further evaluation. You might want to head over.
Continue reading “The Call (No Parent Wants to Get)”