Last night, getting things together for the trip to St. Louis I managed to miss the lowest step of the stairs and hurt my left ankle--the one that already was undergoing some physical therapy for a bone spur and a tight Achilles tendon.
Iced it, went to bed, got up, hobbled to the train station (yes, took the train to St. Louis), got to the hotel, got the shoe off, saw something I really didn't like, got on the Internet and sure enough if you google "Achilles rupture picture" you'll see something that looks a lot like what my left heel now looks like.
So I'll be headed back home on the train tomorrow (fortunately, KC to SL is only like $25 via Amtrak) for the dreaded "evaluation by the orthopedic surgeon" that is if I can get in on a Friday afternoon.
So I'm officially doubtful for being on hand to watch the Women's Final Four.
Grr.
The good news is of course that with my rotator cuff surgery last week, my health insurance deductable is met for 2009.
I've had the thought that my body's warranty must have run out some time last year.
Iced it, went to bed, got up, hobbled to the train station (yes, took the train to St. Louis), got to the hotel, got the shoe off, saw something I really didn't like, got on the Internet and sure enough if you google "Achilles rupture picture" you'll see something that looks a lot like what my left heel now looks like.
So I'll be headed back home on the train tomorrow (fortunately, KC to SL is only like $25 via Amtrak) for the dreaded "evaluation by the orthopedic surgeon" that is if I can get in on a Friday afternoon.
So I'm officially doubtful for being on hand to watch the Women's Final Four.
Grr.
The good news is of course that with my rotator cuff surgery last week, my health insurance deductable is met for 2009.
I've had the thought that my body's warranty must have run out some time last year.
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