At the end of March, I decided to take a few days off. I realized around that time that I had not really had a day off since December. January on had been very stressful with work in an unexpectedly difficult transition, and I was facing another transition at the beginning of April. I decided to take off Thursday and Friday for a long weekend.
This did not end well.
Friday night, I ended up falling off the last stair at Joker’s house. I was happy to find out that I didn’t break anything, but I did sprain the ankle. I was issued an air cast, and told to use crutches for a few days. I returned to work on Monday, as I had no Doctor’s note to excuse me. After two weeks, I was continuing to have pain, so I went to seen an orthopedic doctor. She confirmed the sprain and suggested that I go to physical therapy.
I am physical therapy.
I have for the last 7 years been a physical therapist. My specialty areas are geriatrics, neurological conditions and amputees though. A bit different than treating a young person with an ankle sprain, but still it seems dumb to go to a colleague for treatment when I can do my own therapy. Not to mention that cheap me wants to save on the co-pay. Indeed, I have been exercising and stretching the ankle with great improvement, but I’m still some pain and stiffness AND numbness in my middle toe. It feels like I have something wrapped around it, and makes it difficult to walk comfortably.
So, I am biting the bullet and swallowing my pride. I will go see a therapist who specializes in these conditions on tomorrow.
Why am I so anxious about this??