This time last week I could barely stand up without excruciating pain. Trying to propel my right leg forward to shuffle to the bathroom was a near impossibility.
But the following day I went to work. And every day since then I’ve been at work. Nothing like a week of being on your feet all day to recover from a blow to the belly.
The first two days were torture. I’d talk with our guests, smiling the whole time, but wishing they would just GO THE FREAK AWAY! After the second night, I thought an ER trip would be in order, but came home to some Advil and my couch instead.
Each day got a little better. The swelling slowly going down. But the bruising. Yikes. I rarely bruise on the outside. Even complained to Abby that I never bruise so my injuries don’t look as bad as they feel. In fact, I still have no discoloration at the point of impact, but in the areas below my belly *ahem*, I am black and blue all over. Gravity I suppose.
Because of the bruising, and because I’m still a bit puffy, and because I feel occasional weirdness, I went to the doc on Monday. I know, right?! I’m proud of myself too.
She grimaced. And then pushed and prodded and asked a bunch of questions before sending me away with the advice to take it easy for a little while. She said I most likely have a hematoma and the blood and fluid are being absorbed back into my system causing the bruising down below.
I left relieved that I wasn’t dying, and went straight to work. Take it easy? Ha.
But I haven’t run of course. In fact, I haven’t done any form of exercise since dooms day. So it felt good to get on my elliptical today. I barely did enough to work up a sweat, but just putting on my workout clothes and heading downstairs was enough to lift my spirits.
The half marathon I’d plan to run in a few weeks is out of the question, but at this point, I’ll be happy to run any distance by then.
As for biking…. well I’m a bit afraid to get back up on it. In fact, this spill has even got us talking about getting rid of the motorcycles. We’ve talked about it before since our new home doesn’t quite have the space for them. This just clinched it for us. It’ll be a sad day when I say goodbye to my Shadow, but we’ll use the money to visit my childhood home in Greece. THAT, I’m excited about! Flying is so much safer.