This didn't play like it did in my mind
Since my left ankle I injured Wednesday got worse, Friday morning I went to the podiatrist, and she wants me to wear a podiatric boot for 4 weeks and is worried about soft tissue damage, like tendon tearing, so I have an MRI appointment for February 6.
I'm glad I did that night run to see window displays in NYC earlier this week since now I'm clomping around in a massive, heavy boot that goes up to nearly my knee. (I'm decent at walking in it but stairs are a nightmare and I'm forced to hold tight to the railing.)
The podiatrist was all "If you keep doing this with your ankles you might get fibromyalgia!" and I was like "...wut. Also, every doctor I've gone to previously said I certainly don't have it."
I saw a different podiatrist at this office last year. The one I saw today I last saw in 2019 and she was all "You're going to have to start using a cane and wearing protective, restrictive boots full-time!" so she tends to be, in my opinion, overly alarmist. My physical therapist of the time was highly, highly against me doing those things, feeling that it's giving up and that I would only lose more strength and flexibility that way. And I trusted his opinion and haven't been using a cane.
She does want me to go to physical therapy once the ankle heals up more, which I do understand but gah, the schlepping myself to and from twice a week. If I didn't have a car, it would be really unmanageable. But also, while I see that if I just turn into an utter couch potato my mental health suffers, I don't experience any further feelings of wellbeing from exercise. No endorphins. No feeling of strength or confidence or getting pumped or feeling physically better or healthier. I've been in amazing shape at times in my life, and I didn't feel any better then. Like, I know that my body is often capable of more than it's whinging about doing... though sometimes it's right on target about that. So I wonder if this is one thing that's broken within me.
In fact, many times when I had the slightest feeling of "feeling my oats" and pushing myself because I think I can handle it is when I end up doing something like destroying my ankles again.
My joints are fucked and hurting this month, and I wonder if that contributed to this injury. I was doing some 3-pound weights a few days ago and my right elbow stabbed me with pain. And hurt for days afterward.
It'd be easier to exercise if it didn't so often hurt me for no discernable reward and sometimes damage me for weeks.
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TV shows and anime I'm currently watching:
The Daily Show
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Entertainment District Arc
Dr. Stone: New World
The Eminence in Shadow
Farming Life in Another World
The Late Show with Stephen Colbert
Insomniacs After School
Lycoris Recoil
Naruto: Shippuden
Oshi no Ko
Ridiculousness
RuPaul's Drag Race
RuPaul's Drag Race: Untucked
True Detective: Night Country
I'm glad I did that night run to see window displays in NYC earlier this week since now I'm clomping around in a massive, heavy boot that goes up to nearly my knee. (I'm decent at walking in it but stairs are a nightmare and I'm forced to hold tight to the railing.)
The podiatrist was all "If you keep doing this with your ankles you might get fibromyalgia!" and I was like "...wut. Also, every doctor I've gone to previously said I certainly don't have it."
I saw a different podiatrist at this office last year. The one I saw today I last saw in 2019 and she was all "You're going to have to start using a cane and wearing protective, restrictive boots full-time!" so she tends to be, in my opinion, overly alarmist. My physical therapist of the time was highly, highly against me doing those things, feeling that it's giving up and that I would only lose more strength and flexibility that way. And I trusted his opinion and haven't been using a cane.
She does want me to go to physical therapy once the ankle heals up more, which I do understand but gah, the schlepping myself to and from twice a week. If I didn't have a car, it would be really unmanageable. But also, while I see that if I just turn into an utter couch potato my mental health suffers, I don't experience any further feelings of wellbeing from exercise. No endorphins. No feeling of strength or confidence or getting pumped or feeling physically better or healthier. I've been in amazing shape at times in my life, and I didn't feel any better then. Like, I know that my body is often capable of more than it's whinging about doing... though sometimes it's right on target about that. So I wonder if this is one thing that's broken within me.
In fact, many times when I had the slightest feeling of "feeling my oats" and pushing myself because I think I can handle it is when I end up doing something like destroying my ankles again.
My joints are fucked and hurting this month, and I wonder if that contributed to this injury. I was doing some 3-pound weights a few days ago and my right elbow stabbed me with pain. And hurt for days afterward.
It'd be easier to exercise if it didn't so often hurt me for no discernable reward and sometimes damage me for weeks.
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TV shows and anime I'm currently watching:
The Daily Show
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Entertainment District Arc
Dr. Stone: New World
The Eminence in Shadow
Farming Life in Another World
The Late Show with Stephen Colbert
Insomniacs After School
Lycoris Recoil
Naruto: Shippuden
Oshi no Ko
Ridiculousness
RuPaul's Drag Race
RuPaul's Drag Race: Untucked
True Detective: Night Country