So, surprise! I'm training to run a 5k with my friend Rebecca. The event is August 25th! The training has been going great...or, it was. I ran into a little snag (no pun intended) yesterday while on my run which definitely made for an interesting day. Let's just say it was the road vs me and the road won...
My Awful Morning:
I woke up extra early to get out and run in the morning (usually run at night). I was running at a good pace and felt great so I decided to kick it up a notch and run faster. Bad idea. (Such a bad, bad, baaad idea.) I got 1 mile from the house when...whoa, there I go. Without any warning (and not really sure what happened), my left knee slams into the ground, my right knee and both hands land a second later and my hands bounce (yes, I did write BOUCE) just to hit the asphalt again and when things couldn't get any worse, they slide and my right elbow meets the ground too. For whatever reason, I jumped up as quickly as I fell and just when I put my weight onto my left leg, I collapsed. I couldn't put ANY weight on my leg. What to do? What to do? Well, I sobbed (like a baby). Alone. On the street.
I am that runner that comes prepared so I pulled out my cell phone and called the house (in between sobs). I hadn't been gone that long and Ben said he knew something was wrong when he heard the phone. He was my hero that morning. He drove down the road to pick me up and as he arrived, he could see my fall wasn't a tiny one. Lots of blood. Lots.
I did eventually go to Urgent Care when the pain in my hand just didn't feel right. They took x-rays of my hand and said it wasn't broken, cleaned up my hand some more, and sent me home with wound care instructions. After all, I lost all three layers of skin so I have weeks of wound care ahead of me. Nasty road rash.
I got home and Ben was just leaving for work when Urgent Care calls. "We're so sorry to bother you at home but you need to come back immediately. We just got a call from the radiologist that reviewed your x-ray and there's a foreign body in your hand next to your bone. If you don't come back soon, you will get a horrible infection." Grrrrr. We had no one to help us with the kids so Ben had to stay home while I ran off to Urgent Care again. Sigh.
Now for those that have sensitive stomachs. STOP READING. (Pete, I'm talking to you!)
The doctor began the process of removing the rock and he dug for quite a while. The nurse had to excuse herself from the room since she was feeling faint. The sound of the large tweezers and scalpel hitting the rock was similar to nails on a chalkboard. Five minutes of digging, lots of blood, and with a huge tug, the rock came out and I instantly felt relief from the pressure the rock had put on my hand. YAY! My friend is goooone!
Here's a picture of the rock. While it might look tiny (that's what Simon said) it was 1/4 inch wide and 1 inch deep into my hand. The incision is 1/2 inch wide on the inside of my hand and I'm missing all three layers of skin so I have a while before my hand will be back to normal. In the meantime, I saved the rock to show the kids (and Ben). (Although, this might have confused Simon because he found a rock on the floor that night and tried shoving it into the top of my hand while saying, "Rocks go into Mommy's hand." Um, not so much! Ouch!)
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My pesky "friend", the rock |