It’s taken some time to muster up the courage, but I finally put in a phone call a few days ago to a office I hadn’t seen in a very long time. My orthopedic doctor.
On three separate periods in my lifetime I’ve seen the same individual; middle school for a torn up knee, high school for a dislocated shoulder, and college for some strained abductor muscle in my hip (from football, basketball, and running…in that order). Frankly, he’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a ‘family doctor’ because he’s seen me more in my life than any normal family doctor has.
I made the phone call on Thursday, heading home from work, to schedule an appointment to get in to see him. I’ve been off the track/road/trail for nearly three weeks now due to the fact that my Achilles still isn’t recovering. It isn’t getting worse, but it’s definitely not completely healing and now I’m to the point that I recognize that I need a professional to look at what I’ve done (this stems from an injury back in April of this year) Sure, I’d love to hear some good news, but I fear I’m going to hear something alng the line of, “You’re off for at least six weeks…” which would knock out any Thanksgiving “Turkey Trot” runs and would release me to run in the absolute dead of winter, and around here that is not a positive reality.
Oh well…as long as I don’t have to hear the word ‘surgery’ I’ll be completely fine.