I have played sports my entire life. As a 53 year old man I cycle spring, summer, and fall. During these cold New England winters I work out 6 days a week lifting weights and getting generous amounts of cardio, I am blessed with the blood pressure of a 25 year old, and I eat food that is good for me, and rarely indulge in food that is not good for me.
I returned from the emergency room a couple of hours ago . . . I should have gone on Wednesday.
A totally unexpected injury that reminds me of the gospel invitation I heard in church as a kid. You probably heard it yourself . . . The preacher tells a story about a guy who doesn't come forward during the invitation, leaves church, steps off the street curb, and a bus runs him over. Missed his last chance. Seems like a highly unlikely scenario, but he attests of its truth.
I wish I could tell you I got hurt on some grand adventure doing something like rappelling, hiking, rock climbing, or even a non-life-ending-step off a curb-get hit by a bus-story! Nope. Not the case. Mine is a highly unlikely story, but I attest of its truth. It was a freakish thing . . .kinda like stepping off a curb and getting smooshed by a bus.
On Wednesday, I stepped out of my truck, and when my right foot hit the ground I heard a pop, and I went to the ground in a heap! I should have gone to the ER on Wednesday. But instead, every waking hour for 3 days I iced my lower right leg, optimistic that the intense pain would subside. It did not.
Now, my right leg is completely immobilized in a cast from the tip of my toes to the middle of my thigh -- my calf muscle shredded. In 7 days an orthopedic specialist will re-evaluate it. I am incredibly grateful that it was not my Achilles tendon.