Have almost managed to get past the shock of suddenly losing my mobility, after tearing a calf muscle on Friday. A friend asked what extreme sport I’d taken up, but I wasn’t even doing anything like that at the time it happened. Unless you count returning overdue library books as an extreme sport. I had jumped out of the car and was about to jog to the library entrance when I felt the snap.
It was the same leg that had the ankle injury last month. I’d turned my ankle while walking one of the rescue dogs, trying to get him away from some wandering cows. I think this was a major factor in the latest leg injury.
I got myself home and just cried. Not from the pain, I’d been feeling stressed all week at work and it seemed like the worst possible timing. Thank goodness H was home. He took me to the doctor, then to the hospital to pick up some crutches. He has been so good, making sure I rest properly, getting the meals, and looking after everything. I’d brought home Ebony (a rescue dog) to care for too, so he really had his hands full.
I phoned work and let my poor, overworked boss know. That was really hard, I’ve been doing my best to try and support her and this was such a let down. She was very good about it, and helped swing me an earlier ultrasound appointment – tomorrow, instead of next Friday.
Not in any real pain, only when I have to move. The crutches are really uncomfortable. Moving around puts a lot of strain on my good leg so I’m trying to avoid it as much as possible. Finding this very hard. I’ve been reading up on this type of injury, it takes a long time to heal. This means no more walking dogs for a while.