But it could have gone worse. 32154913216846132168461 (read: 3) x-rays later, and dear old Doc isn’t sure. Can you hear that? It’s my eye twitching. He thinks I might have “irritated” some tendons or torn some cartilage. Oh, really? My tendons are irritated? Join the gee-dee crowd.
He did encourage me to start biking and walking, as long as there is no pain. Well, walking hurts. Anything over about 1/2 a mile causes me to hobble. Not great. He didn’t recommend a visit to a PT, but I’m going to get a foam roller and work on stretching out my leg muscles. If my tendons are irritated (the poor little dears), maybe that can help them chill the bleep out. He didn’t recommend anti-inflammatories which is good since I don’t like taking them anyway. Besides, RICE takes care of the pain faster than a little white pill, with the bonus being it doesn’t destroy the lining of my stomach.
Without even knowing how my knee will react to biking, I’m already daydreaming of doing the STP. Which of course, is a ridiculous idea. Biking is supposed to be a recovery plan and I’m thinking about riding 200 miles in 2 days.
Lord help me, because I have clearly lost my mind.
