I can’t say I don’t miss the 5-star service and the glorious azure water of Turks & Caicos, but it sure is good to be safely home and loving on my kids. I missed these guys like crazy while I was gone.
The dank rain and chilly temps sure aren’t making re-entry any easier. It’s hard to believe that just a couple days ago I was sweating as I sat by the pool, sipping a mojito.
It took me a good two days before I could finally relax and enjoy myself down there, and by then it was almost time to turn around and come home. I’m still not myself. I’m twitchy, stir-crazy, and feeling generally out of sorts, BUT.
I got good news yesterday.
I visited with my mom for a few hours after we put the kids on the bus. Then she left for home, and I went to my orthopedist for another follow-up on my foot. You may remember, I was having a lot of pain before I left for Turks & Caicos. In retrospect, I’m pretty sure it was the strength training workouts that set it off. We were being careful. I didn’t do any jumping or heavy impact or anything, but we did some squats, and I think that’s all it took.
I was starting to feel better before I left, and I did okay while I was in Turks. Just to be on the safe side, I mostly wore my faithful Orthaheel sandals around the resort, and I wore supportive sneakers in the airports. There was A TON of walking, so the fact that my pain didn’t get worse was encouraging. I was feeling hopeful when I went to the doctor’s office yesterday.
Happily, an x-ray confirmed that my stress fracture is continuing to heal nicely. AND my doctor has cleared me to start walking and biking. He also recommended physical therapy as my foot ankle is weak right now.
I drilled him about what I’m allowed to do and not to do. I’ve been so inactive for so long that I’m afraid of what might happen if I start doing anything that constitutes as exercise. But he said the bone is healing well and I should be okay to ride my bike, swim (ha!) and even walk. He even suggested . . . that I might . . . you know . . . eventually . . . be able to try running again.
I feel like I have to whisper it. I’m not very optimistic. I still have this nagging plantar fasciitis in the OTHER foot that I fear is a sleeping dragon, just waiting to be awoken so it can flare up again and crush my hopes and dreams.
Okay, fine, so perhaps that’s a bit melodramatic.
Honestly, right now I couldn’t care less about running. I just need to burn off this restless energy. I don’t care how I do it.
So I wasted no time. This morning I laced up my sneakers and went for a brisk walk around the block. Seriously, we’re talking less than a mile, but it felt good. My feet don’t hurt at all. I’ll probably go out again after lunch. I figured, I’m better off going out a few times a day for a short walk rather than trying to do a longer one right off the bat.
I’m eager to get into physical therapy because I know I’ve lost a lot of strength and mobility from so many weeks of sitting on my tuckus waiting for this stress fracture to heal. I can only hope that it turns out to be for the best and that the rest also helped the plantar fasciitis on my other foot. Only time will tell.
Other than that, I’m just working like crazy to get caught up on a few work-related projects, while simultaneously trying to plan our April vacation to Phoenix and the Grand Canyon (it’s coming along!) as well as a spontaneous weekend girls’ trip with my mom and my daughters to NYC in December.
I got it in my head that I want to take my girls to tea at the American Girl Place before they get to old for it, and what better time to take a trip to NYC than at holiday time!?? Unfortunately, my older daughter has already outgrown the American Girl phenomenon, but I think we can coerce her to come along when she finds out we’ll be going to New York City.
Have any of y’all done that yet? Is it as fun as it sounds? I sure hope so because it’s gonna cost a pretty penny!