June 25, 2013
When I was huge and pregnant and could barely walk up the stairs without needing a oxygen mask (so, like, in March) I was SO VERY MUCH looking forward to NOT being pregnant and being able to start taking walks and building up my stamina again. I knew I’d have a chunk of weight to lose (30 pounds to go as of today, argh) and maybe, hopefully, by the end of this summer, I could start running again. Zach was only about 3 weeks old when I felt almost normal, so I started taking walks. Just short ones, a mile, maybe a little more. It felt so good! Stretching my legs! Feeling my hips getting back to their old selves! Breathing without wheezing (mostly)! I didn’t have a ton of time or energy (hello, baby who eats every 90 minutes through the night) for a lot of walks, but I tried to get out at least twice a week and do something. Slow and steady, I thought! Ease back into it!
Then sometime in May, my left foot started hurting. Right on top, in between my big toe and second toe. I thought it was my old running shoes, so I got some new ones. Still hurt. Then I thought maybe it was because I go barefoot in our house 99% of the time and we have a lot of hardwood floors, plus I’m getting older and maybe I have Old Lady Feet now? Also my arches hurt a little bit too sometimes- tingly, hurty, tight. I figured that was probably from walking funny because of the other pain. Who knows. I’m FALLING APART, basically.
Let me just say that it’s not a LOT of pain. Like, on a scale of 1-10, it’s like.. 3? Maybe? It only hurts when I walk on it, not usually if I’m just sitting (though it is sometimes a little achy after a long day on my feet) I figured out that if I kept my cushy awesome flip flops on most of the day, it wasn’t getting any worse. But it wasn’t getting any better either.
After a few weeks of trying different things to get it all to go away, I realized that okay fine MAAAAYBE this is something I should see a doctor about, because feet are important, right? I am SUPER anxious to get started in earnest getting back into my pre-baby shape, but obviously I don’t want to push it and hurt myself even more. So I visited my primary care doctor a few weeks ago and they sent me for an xray. It was declared “negative”, meaning no fracture. So that was good. Today was my follow up with a foot doctor orthopedic guy (official title) and I fully expected to just be told hey, here’s an ace bandage thing or some special way to tape your foot and some instructions to rest it, it’ll be better soon. (Clearly I know what I’m talking about when it comes to foot injuries.)
I got sent home with this.
I don’t know WHO looked at the xray two weeks ago and deemed it ALL CLEAR! YAY! but I have ZERO xray training and as soon as the doctor zoomed in on the spot where I feel the pain, I could see the fracture and the swelling. So yeah. I gave myself a stress fracture from trying to exercise. The doctor said this is not all that uncommon for women after being pregnant. Body changing, joints crazy and loose, extra weight, overzealous about exercise, etc etc. BABIES, MAN. THEY RUIN EVERYTHING.
I’m supposed to go next week for a bone scan, but since that requires contrast dyes/radioisotope stuff which would make me unable to nurse Zach for at least 24 hours, I’m going to get an MRI instead. In the meantime, I’m supposed to wear the boot for probably 3-6 weeks. And hey! Guess when we go to the beach? THREE WEEKS FROM NOW! PERFECTION!
It could be worse. I know. Overall I’m fine. Just annoyed. Sweaty in the foot. Kind of awkward when I walk. And you know, I have those three pesky children who I SWEAR I heard chuckle when the doctor said the words “rest with your foot elevated”.
But hey, at least I can commiserate with the Audrey of last February! We’d make quite a pair.
(OMG. HELP. THIS SUCKS.)