You remember two weeks ago, when I hurt my foot? Remember? It was a torn Achilles tendon, according to the first doctor I saw.
Yeah, that’s right. I said the first doctor I saw.
A week after I saw that first doctor, I got a referral to a physical therapist. The physical therapist took one look at my foot and said “That’s not tendonitis.”
You can see why he was concerned, no?
(Ignore the dirty looking feet. They aren’t dirty, I swear. It’s the lighting. And also my second toe isn’t longer than my big toe; that’s the angle of the picture. Really. No really. Err…wow….maybe it is. I’ve never noticed. I’m a freak?)
After three hours in the hospital, many x-rays, an unfilled prescription for antibiotics, and three days of sitting on my patootie, I’m feeling better.
Believe it or not, I took this picture on Sunday. After RICE-ing for three days. After the swelling went down considerably.
It isn’t my Achilles tendon. It’s my Peroneal tendon, the lesser-known ankle tendon. Regardless, the treatment is the same. RICE. Rice, Ice, compression, and elevation.
I’m not saying I’m the most active person out there by any means, but when I have to sit on my bee-hind all weekend long, I just….can’t do it.
I mean, I did, but my couch-sitting was interspersed with short bouts of actually doing one thing or another.
Things like cleaning, cooking, and inoculating my new grow-it-yourself mushroom kit.
Yeah!! I have mushrooms growing in my house. Enoki mushrooms!
Let’s repeat that: I have enoki mushrooms growing in my house!!!
It was super easy, and it only required me being on my feet for 15 minutes.
Mix the sawdust pellets with water and peroxide, add coffee grounds, sterilize everything, pour mushroom spores into sawdust, and mix. Close and tape up the bag and set it into a a cold-ish room for 5-6 weeks.
I think I have to do a few things in these next few weeks, but for now? I am leaving the bag in my cold laundry room, next to my dwindling winter squash stash to fester.
I mean, to culture. To grow. To…do whatever it is that mushroom spores do when left to their own devices and mixed with coffee grounds.
But that’s all I did all weekend. That, and I finished a book, finished all my grading, knit a scarf for my sister’s birthday present, and taught myself how to crochet while watching more agriculture documentaries (and maybe a Gilmore Girls episode or eight) for school.
Unfortunately, I didn’t paint my bedroom. (I’m painting it the lighter blue on the right.)
I didn’t trim the perennials that I’ve been meaning to trim for months. I didn’t sew the blanket I was going to make for my niece.
Have I mentioned how much I suck at sitting still?
Do you have any recommendations for thing to do….from the couch? Have you had to deal with an injury and not been able to do what you love doing? It’s killing me. Slowly.