First, I really want to thank you all so much for your awesome support and kind words yesterday. I love getting comments, and you guys definitely gave me the pick-me-up I needed. Thank you!
I am not normally a cynical B, I am a happy fun loving girl who loves to run, ride, and swim. Taking my fun stuff away, I noticed I was slowly turning into this person:
Sneaky hate spiral.
But I will give you my version, it turns out a little better.
After a few moments of light squeezing, poking, and prodding, and looking at me hopefully for a wince or reaction, I explained again to Dr. Amby (that is now his nickname in my world) that he is really going to have to dig in deep to get me to feel anything at all. His reaction?
The doctor looked at my leg and said, "Huh, that doesn't seem right."
Thank you Einstein.
He spent some time, and I mean a solid 4-5 minutes, ruling out plantar fasciitis (did I say my heel hurt?) I think he really wanted me to have PF because he really kept pushing on my heel and arch, asking me if it hurt. I kept telling him I have had PF and know what it feels like and this isn't it because, see, the pain I have is in my calf, when I push off, like to say...run.
He finally quit playing with my foot and started looking at my calf. After a bit more soft, painless squeezing, he looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and said:
"Huh. Must be some kind of tendinitis."
OK. So maybe I have tendinitis, but how the heck do I treat this thing to keep it from coming back again once I rest it away and go insane in the process? And how come no real exam? Like a few pokes, a prod, no questions.
I did talk a lot. And ask a lot of questions.
Since my descriptions of the issue have generally mystified every health care person I have seen in the last 4 months (OMG - 4 months?), I brought this diagram of the calf, highlighting where it hurts in orange highlighter so it would be easier for me to explain the location of the problem.
Get me back out there Doc, that is all I am asking. Give me the tools I need to prevent this in the future. Please. I will do whatever you ask. I know it probably isn't even my calf that is the problem, that something else is messed up and taking it out on my calf. See? I get it. Now could you please help me help me?
"Let me set you up for some PT. Umm....How about June 16th?"
Oh yes, that is really a great date to START to try and rehab this injury, it is only, lets see...20 days away...3 days after my next triathlon. That would be perfect. Thank you so much. I would love to spend those 20 days trying to get better instead of fuming, frustrated, and...and...%#$%*$% (insert your favorite explicative). But this sounds much better, thanks.
OK. Deep breaths.
I ask if I can pick out another PT that can fit me in sooner. He said, "Ummm. Sure."
I did some research, and decided that this place is the best place in Maine to go for this stuff. Or at least it seems to have the most comprehensive options for sports injuries, and Tri-Maine seems to like them. So what if it is a 3 hour drive.
I call. The earliest appointment is June 11. Sniff.
I am still looking at double digits before I get PT help. But at least I know that this place is full of runners and triathletes, and that chances are they can get me going again. And they were willing to work with the fact I am so far away, so I won't have to go back 15 times in 2 weeks or whatever. Evaluate, I do the work at home, re-evaluate progress in 3 weeks - unless they find something funky.
I wish I could go there today and start. I am on a cancellation list, just in case.
Till then? Well, I am going to ride and swim. Hope that the knee thing was a freak thing on my last ride. If it was just a freak thing (please, oh please), I am going to work as hard as I can on the two parts of tri that I have the least experience in. I want to be a climbing machine on the bike, and a fish in the water.
So yeah, that is my new plan. Onward and upward!