Well, my appointment with the doctor went exactly as I expected it to. It’s funny, because as I was describing the history of my injury with her she just kept nodding and nodding and when I finished she said, “I know exactly how you feel. The exact things you are saying happened to me last year. I know how frustrating it can be.” She poked and prodded, performed a few strength and flexibility tests, and said the exact words I didn’t want to hear (but knew I probably would), “If you want to get better as quickly as possible, you’re going to need physical therapy.” She gave me a referral, and I was able to get an appointment to see a therapist on Monday. Of course, I asked her about running in the mean time. On my training schedule for last night was a speed work run, which my doctor advised against for now. She said that easy runs were okay, but until I get in to see a PT and see what my treatment plan will be, I should avoid speed work and cut down on my mileage.
I left the office feeling kind of sad. That isn’t the answer I wanted, but at least it wasn’t a complete surprise. Honestly though, there was definitely a tiny little part inside of me that was still hoping and believing that she might tell me that I could get better by taking a week off and stretching a little.
So what does this girl do when she’s feeling kinda sad? She food preps like a mad woman, apparently. Scott wouldn’t be home until 7pm or later and I was trying to avoid the whole, “WOE IS ME, all my friends are at speed work and I AM NOT" melodrama, so when I got home from work I quickly busied myself in the kitchen. I have spaghetti and meatballs on the menu for Friday night, so I made marinara sauce and turkey meatballs and let them simmer away. Next I made some potato salad for tonight’s BBQ sandwich dinner (Yes, Melissa, that’s your recipe!). After that, a batch of baked oatmeal; this time I added ground flax seed and some chocolate chips, cause I was feelin’ sassy like that. Finally, I made dinner: fajitas made with some of the BIGGEST chicken boobies I have ever seen (seriously though, those are some DOUBLE Ds, no?).
When all was said and done, I was in a completely different mindset. Who knew that spending 2 hours completely alone with nothing but the sound of simmering sauces and boiling water to listen to would be so peaceful to me. :)
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- crowflycrow said: Good luck for Monday, sounds like you cooked up a storm. Best stress relief ever!
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- ariavie said: PT will fix you up, if you don’t keep hurting yourself in the kitchen ;)
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- angeldrinkstea said: I’m so sorry, Chelsea :( Bad luck with the running. I know how badly you just want to be out there. However, that’s some mighty good looking food there and I laughed at the double D’s.
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- thehomecookrunner said: I’m sorry about the PT but look at all that awesome food you made. :) I hope you heal very, very quickly!
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- malloryrunsthis said: :( I’m sorry. I wish that doctors could say magic words and lay hands on you and all would be better.
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- happyhealthycook said: Alone, kitchen, silence, busy. THE BEST. ♥ Cathartic after a tough day - I will be optimistic for you on that. AND. I hope you like the potato salad tonight. :)
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