Ugh...what a fortnight.
I'll go into some of the gory details later but let's just say that the last 14 days have not been to kind.
First, I rolled my ankle, then I had an urgent trip to Cincinnati (that part will be later), then an early departure back to Grand Rapids so I could keep an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon.
That's right, surgeon. Not for an athlete, or T, but me.
It took him about 2 minutes of doing a physical exam, stressing my ankle before he agreed with me that I need a Brostrum procedure because my ankle is trashed. The stress x-rays only made the diagnosis easier - let's put it this way: I'm one awkward step off a curb from a fracture-dislocation.
Surgery is scheduled for Oct 18. 22 days from now. Two days after the Grand Rapids Half Marathon, which I'm still running but thanks to all of the recent upheaval I doubt will be the kind of effort I was hoping for back at the first of June. Oh well...more important things on my plate now.
