The day after Christmas I was rushing my daughter to her room for a time out. I was in a fit of anger. I slipped on the hardwood floor and both of us tumbled to the ground--with my leg going directly into the door jam of the kid's bathroom. My daughter was ok, but I thought I had broken a bone, my tibia. It was so painful I bawled like a baby. Ten minutes later and I was ok, although it hurt so I popped some ibuprofen. Shoot to a couple of hours later, I look down at my leg and it looks like this:
Folks, that's not my knee. That is the middle of my shin. Pictures don't do it justice. It was gargantuan.
The best part was showing my family, their reactions really made me feel better (sarcasm). Thankfully I have a physical therapist and a chiropractor in the family. My sister in-law, Jenni, who is a physical therapist, has really helped me in all of my panicking moments of what should I do/it looks like this/is this normal/etc. She's even got me wearing a compression stocking on it to help with swelling (it is HOT), and tracing the alphabet with my foot to avoid clots. Jake did an x-ray and the bone looks great, no break. He also taped me up with Kinesio tape. You know, the stuff Kerri Walsh wore in the Olympics on her shoulder. I look like a bad ass athlete....right?
Ok, not so much.
Well here it is today, the KT tape came off and amazingly everywhere the tape was there is no bruising. Made a believer outta me. Still looks nasty gross though. The bump is only slightly gargantuan, but the bruising is down to my ankle, the whole front of my leg is yellow. Gross.
I haven't ran in almost 2 weeks. I feel like a tub of lard. My SIL says it's almost like I broke a bone and it might be weeks before it's better. Fantastic.
In other news, my one New Year's resolution is to control my anger.