I struggle with how to start this blog because I fear that it might make me look like a bit of an idiot. Just a few days ago I called myself tenacious. When I visited the doctor here in France today though, he didn’t quite agree with me. Basically, he let me know in his broken English that “maybe if you don’t do anything after you first feel it, it would take less time to heal. You should have stop right away. Hmm. Well that’s not really what I wanted to hear.
I wanted to explain to him that in my quick diagnosis of the situation, because I eventually could still run and then proceeded to jump pretty darn far on my first attempt, I had decided it probably wasn’t that serious. Maybe just a bad cramp caused by dehydration or something. And since I’m such a tough cookie, I push through pain and discomfort. It’s simple really, I just tell myself to ignore it and immediately it doesn’t feel so bad. It seems this time, however, I might have failed as a sports injury specialist. There is an actual tear in my adductor (which I’ve just been referring to as the side of my hamstring – that’s my anatomy expertise for you) that is about 5cm by 2cm in size.
He simply told me “Do not run. Rest.” And then he gave me an approximate time frame that really sounded like it was trying to infringe on the great season I was about to have. But I do realize those time frame’s given by doctors are definitely on the conservative side and meant more for civilians who should take are in returning too quickly to their flag football league. I’m not saying I won’t be smart. I will. But I will also seek out some darn good Germans who help people heal incredibly fast. I have heard there are tips and tricks for that.
In the meantime though, if you could remember me and my right adductor in your prayers, I would appreciate it. If it’s one thing I do believe, it’s that God has craaazy healing abilities. It shocks doctors all the time actually.Powered by Sidelines