My Broken Bone

Miserable doesn't even begin to describe how I am feeling right now.

Yesterday I headed out (in sub zero temperatures since Spring has decided to avoid us for now) for my run.  I have moved my running training to outside to prepare for my 5k run up in Mayo.  Only about 500m from my house, I rolled my ankle out on some gravel (it gave a very audible pop) and down I went.  As I skidded on my hands/knees/face down the road all I could think was thank god no one was around to see that fail in action!

I laid on my stomach for a while... and then got myself on my arse for a while...  And then realized that no one was going to rescue me so I had better head for home.  I thought I had just sprained my ankle and somehow I limped back up the hill to home. 

Matt was on call and he took me down to the Health Centre for x-rays.  The misery started when I looked up at the screen when he said, "Sorry sweetie, it is broken."  I could even tell on the x-ray that I was broken.  The distal end of my fibula is fractured.  Broke the tip of it right off down in my ankle.  I fell apart then and started sobbing.

Sobbing over a broken ankle?  I know, drama llama.... But I have plans!  Big plans!  Huge plans that are royally screwed over by a broken ankle.

Epic trip around the Yukon with my girlfriends?  On, but not sure what shape I will be in.

5k run up in Mayo?  Out.

Squash?  Out.

Training for my hike?  Out.

53km hike of the Chilkoot trail on July 3?  Don't know.

Right now I am still sitting here in Faro.  On Monday we will hear from the surgeon as the whether or not I need surgery.  If not, I will still have to drive the 400k to town to get a cast put on.  I did the unthinkable and googled my injury.  Healing time?  A long fucking time.

I am disappointed.  I feel bad for my hiking partner.  I feel bad for the friends that signed up for the 5k run with me.

I am worried about the effects of being forced to sit here and do nothing for weeks.  I am a stress eater and am going to have to manage my eating to the utmost level.  Other commitments like the sewing projects I am doing with the Youth Group and volunteering at our Crane & Sheep festival are all going to be on hold.  I don't even know how I am going to manage my own kids at this point.

In November I will be having my skin surgery and have been dreading the healing time afterwards because I will have to sit and do nothing for weeks on end.  And now I am being forced to do that twice in one year.  I am going to lose my mind.

Perhaps later this week I will be back to my happy self and see some sort of positive in this heap of misery.