Damned if you do...

If it isn't one thing, it is another. 

Hubby finally relented a few months back and got my treadmill, despite the fact that my foot had been aching me for a few weeks.
After a couple of days, I decided I should go ahead and see a podiatrist and the news was not good.  I had done some damage to the tendons with all my incline training and was stuck in a boot for 4 weeks.  I figured this would be a minor setback, and 3.5 weeks in, took the boot off for a few hours to walk my first 5k.  We finished in just over an hour, but it was for a good cause and I am not upset at that time at all, since it can only get better.  It was for PCOS awareness.

So 4 weeks came and went, and I was eager to get out of that stinky (literally) boot and into my sneakers to do some more training.  I was three steps, THREE STEPS from the door of my doctors office when down I went. 
Roll, strain, POP!!  And me screaming, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" the whole way down. 
I don't know if I have ever mentioned how weak my ankles are, or how often I sprain them, but I had made it almost a year!! 
I crawled into the building and a nice man helped me into a chair.  I let them know I had rolled my ankle in the parking lot, and I was in x-ray and on ice in less than 10 minutes. 

As usual it was not broken but I had done some damage.  My doctor walked in, looked at me and stated, "Well, you're just damned if you do and damned if you don't, aren't you?"
Indeed.  They put me in a soft cast for a few days, until the swelling went down, with instructions to stay off of it at least a week and then transition into the boot as soon as I was comfortable with it.

2 weeks later, I was back in the office for my follow up. Not only did my ankle still look evil, but my left foot was hurting once again from the extra use.  Not only did I get condemned to the boot for 4 more weeks, but I also got an annoying stabilizer brace for my left foot, also for the next 4 weeks.

Top that off with a horrible broken tooth this week, and a dentist appointment for my super phobic self tomorrow morning, and you can assume that I am not a happy girl.

Pout.

As a note- I will post a link below for anyone who wonders JUST HOW needle phobic I am.  This woman explains it so much better than I ever could. 
http://elizabethmcclung.blogspot.com/2007/01/trypanophobia-needle-phobia-fencing-and.html