I had my appointment with my orthopedic doctor on Monday.
I had my MRI on Friday.
Between Monday – Friday there was no running. There was no cardio. Heck, there wasn’t even strength training, not enough foam rolling and only two yoga classes.
The first by doctors orders, the second by judgement call and the rest ….. well I was feeling lost & sorry for myself
It was a gradual build and by Friday I threw myself the ultimate pity party while my MRI appointment turned into a 3 hour process.
Requested to be there by 2pm, scheduled for 2:30, not seen until 4:20, out by 5:30. I was not impressed.
I’m a patient person – especially when it comes to customer service. I know that the fact that it was a Friday afternoon/end of day, a hospital and had numerous phone calls to set up the appointment, that it all should have pointed to a major delay.
But I was tired. And cranky. I hadn’t slept well the night before (something about my mind working itself up over the thought of not running and losing endurance or a never-ending injury … or both) and by the afternoon I needed a nap. Poor me, had to sit and wait. By 3:15 I finally asked when I might be seen – something I never do. For some reason this required the manager to come out to update me – 25 minutes. This gave me a set time to get up and move and get something to drink, ok I could handle it. I got back in 23 minutes …… to find my self sitting and waiting (there weren’t many other patients and all were going in & out before me) until it was 4:15 and near tears (of exhaustion and crankiness….like a 4-year-old) I inquired once again. Which brought back the manager. Meanwhile I had been all updated on the administrative staff’s weekend plans – one was house sitting her sister’s apartment and planning to make a night in the city out of it.
Finally Mr. Manager brought me in. I had developed a nice headache during my quick break but declined my mom’s suggestion of Tylenol when I whined …..I forgot that MRIs are loud. And confining….can’t imagine needing something done above the waist! And cold!! I didn’t have to worry about my legs itching because they were too cold to feel.
So I practiced yoga breathing, tried to avoid the what-if game regarding marathon training and dosed off. I was less than pleased when Mr. Manager came in to tell me that the machine went off-line and it would be another 13 minutes (I promise from now on I will try really really hard not to say “1 second” “1 minute” when it clearly wont be ! I’ll stick with the elusive “just a moment”).
This all led to capping of the week-long pity party with finishing of a jar of TJ’s Cookie Butter for dinner (yes, I said last time never again ….. #fail! Not even 36 hours…) and watching Saved by the Bell on Netflix.
It felt weird not to be prepping for a long run on Saturday. I was sad that I wouldn’t be out there catching up with Jackie and seeing if moving my lantus before my run would help my bloodsugars.
Slowly transitioning out of pity week, I looked forward to catching up with friends on Saturday and the Color Run (walk) on Sunday …. still managed to get my early morning group run event in …sort of.
One of the SBTB episodes was where Lisa wins the dance contest with a sprained ankle ….. I told one of my friends that we’d be doing “The Sprain” down the Color Run course.
Recaps to come of Summer Saturday firsts and Getting Colored!
Have you had to skip a run recently?
What do you indulge in during a pity party ?
Watch any old TV shows on Netflix lately?
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