This afternoon, I tore my calf muscle. While walking off what has felt like a minor leg cramp. A short walk to the big grocery store, I figured, would do me good. Get some exercise. Fresh air. Chocolate croissant on the way. All good things. to have and enjoy on a day off.
Trying to get across the highway before a car crossed, I broke into a mild jog (the only kind I do) and felt/heard something go “clunk” Seriously, it felt like the horrible sensation when your car drops a piston. “Oh shit, that’s not supposed to go there.” And then there was the agony.
Now, I’ve had leg pain before. I ran all through high school with a rather severe case of shin splints. I’ve destroyed the ACL in my knee while hiking the Appalachian Trail and I kept hiking . But this is different. Agony as soon as I flex against it, which means a weird hobbling gait, for – if internet forecasts are right – about the next month. I got home, but only with a few instances of severely indrawn hissing breath. And glaring at passersby who were not properly oblivious.
Which is why I’m including this on my baby-making site. What perfect timing for the next month, when I will be more stressed, doing more quick walking, and unable to take anti-inflammatories.
And the worst is that I didn’t really DO anything. Like when I shattered my arm, there’s no great story to accompany the injury. Just a sheepish – “Just clumsy, I guess.” In this case, I think I’ll use, “Just unlucky, I guess.” Clincher, though is that the original soreness/stiffness (what felt like the recovery after a particularly nasty Charley Horse) happened the morning after Macbeth. The night I got so dehydrated. And had twitchy legs all night. Yep – one more casualty of my coffee excess. Do I need another reason to stop drinking poison? I thought not.
I’m really not sure how I’m going to deal with work tomorrow. No coffee, no painkillers, no solicitous boyfriend to elevate my leg and kiss me.