Last night I was at bootcamp....this outdoor exercise group thing I do three times where I pay people to scream at me and call my names all in the pursuit of physical fitness. Anyway so I'm doing this sprint across the soccer field with my fellow bootcampers when I was absolutely convinced that someone threw a cricket ball at my calf. I looked around accusingly. Everyone kept running....I couldn't see any random evil cricket player looking guilty. I then looked down at my calf and saw it swelling. At first I thought I had a cramp. I used to get them a lot when I was younger and it had been ages since I'd had one....I was due. I stretched it out and in the past, usually I could walk within a few minutes. With this I couldn't; in fact over 15 hours later I still can't. I went to St Vincent's and sure enough I have a ripped calf muscle. So now am on crutches; I have to go to get an ultrasound today to see how badly it's ripped and then I guess physio. When I asked the dr how long is the recovery, she said "How long is a piece of string?". Great.
C
3 comments:
Ouch!
Try and take it easy, will ya?
Poor thing. I wish I could kiss it better for you.
Ouch! One consolation...you recieved it in the pursuit of health! So, now you can have several weeks off all that nasty exercise and just enjoy the attention from all those hot boys at the hospital. :-)
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