So yeah…remember that time that I mentioned I sprained my foot? What I actually should have said was that I thought I sprained my foot. The only thing I’ve ever sprained was my finger, and to be completely honest I’m not sure it was that either. It happened in the swimming pool when I was twelve or thirteen, and it may have just been a jam. What I’m trying to say is that I’m not too familiar with injuries. None of my siblings have ever broken a bone, or really gotten any major physical injuries, so I’m totally naive when it comes to this kind of thing.
When this foot pain had gone on for two weeks and was getting progressively worse every day, I decided it was time to visit the podiatrist. And after a little foot inspection from the Dr. and a few x-rays, it was determined that I have a stress fracture in my third metatarsal.
Now I’m not sure how I got the stress fracture in the first place…I haven’t been on my feet any more than usual and I haven’t been doing any strenuous exercises. But once the fracture was there, I then walked a million miles around Texas in the most supportive shoes possible (not those ones exactly, but similar) which just added to the problem.
The doctor said if I continued to walk, jump, and run on it, it very well could have completely broken within four weeks, resulting in surgery. (!!!)
So here I am…stuck in this beauty of a shoe for the next three weeks, with instructions to lay low and walk as little as possible.