Et tu, doctor? Et tu?

[blamebrampton]

I slightly damaged my Achilles tendon coming home from the gym the other night. Having gone through the multi-year peroneal tendon saga, I didn't want to wrong-foot (boom boom!) myself on this one, so I headed off to the doc when two days of rest and ice had not done the trick.

Doc: What did you do?

Me: I was crossing the road, when I realised that the car in the distance was doing 70 rather than 50, so I went to sprint the rest of the distance and I felt a little pop and there was a sudden pinching hurt, and it's not a snap, because I could still walk on it, but it hurts with shoes or boots, is fine barefoot or with mules …

Doc: That's not like you.

Me: Que?

Doc: Avoiding the car.

I'm used to this sort of abuse from my friends and family, but from my doctor? Harsh. And honestly, if I wasn't so good at getting out of the way, my dire record of being run over/into would be far worse! Tendon will be fine, BTW, just minimal running for a week or two.

Comments

[i-autumnheart.livejournal.com]

If I ever get to read those novels I know are lurking in your head (and hopefully on your hard drive?) then I promise faithfully to remember those before the squashedness.

I'm glad the gym work is paying off for you. I never got to see you dance before the original incident, so if you're really up to ballet again, go for it! I know I'm not - though I am managing riding, which is more than I though I'd ever get back to, so it's not all horrible.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

On the hard drive, getting longer ;-)

And I expect I'll be able be crap, but who cares? It's the doing that's fun, like riding!

[i-autumnheart.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. Plus exercise that's much, much less deadly dull than going to the gym.

Any kind of dancing is a grand thing.