Hopefully, we all remember The Injury, which I think began a downward spiral for my mood.
(No, faithful reader, I'm not being dramatic. I really do feel that way. I adore working out, especially my Muay Thai and Capoeira classes, and having those abruptly yanked from me, plus no ability to walk for stress relief, plus being in constant - and I do mean constant - pain, as well as no ability to sleep due to the (did I mention?) pain, and my entire family and rest of my life falling to hell - well, that's where I am.)
I tossed in the towel and went to the doctor today. I was, I'll admit, afraid to go. I really didn't want to hear that anything was wrong. I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up with my leg back the way it was two weeks ago. But, it wasn't getting better and so I went. I was, uh, shocked to actually look at my leg - I had no idea, until I sat for the x ray and nurse pointed it out to me, that back of my entire leg, from the knee down past the ankle, is black, blue, green and yellow. And swollen. So, so swollen. Almost double the size of my other calf.
I have a Medial Gastrocnemius tear - or a few. I tore the calf muscle, as well as the accompanying tendon(s) - not certain how many, as I was (hello!) not listening. And what I thought was a large muscle cramp last month was actually the same injury, but being that I didn't know I'd harmed the muscle, I went back on it too early and that led to this (much worse) injury. It's a condition called Tennis Leg, which is TOTALLY hysterical, given the fact that I hate tennis. Want to read more about it, as well as see a picture of my FANTASTIC new accessories? Look below the fold!