I’m sitting here with just Lola on my lap and Chicken away at work, not sure what to do. I actually don’t want to do anything at all, so instead, I’ll write a blog post because I can’t sleep.
I feel like my tears have been exhausted but they just keep coming and I just want to wake-up from this nightmare.
Long story short, I went back to the chiro and my ankle isn’t healing the way it was expected to heal. It’s still swollen (in fact, my leg is swollen), still bruised, still hurts. My chiro literally said, “This is worse than we originally thought.”
And with that, he told me he doesn’t see how I can do the race without the serious risk of doing permanent damage.
Fast forward through the two hours of non-stop crying, I went to urgent care to get an X-ray because I couldn’t wait until the morning. The X-ray didn’t show any fractures or breaks and the urgent care doc suspects joint damage of some sort. However, she didn’t want to diagnose anything without seeing a specialist.
Tomorrow I’ll go see an ankle/sports doc, but as of right now, I will not be competing in what has been one of the biggest goals of my entire life, and something I worked so hard for.
I am literally broken into a million little pieces and I don’t know how to pick them all up right now.
I’ll update once I go to the ankle specialist/sports doc tomorrow.