• injury,  life stuff

    Things I want right now…

    Day 10 of spending quality time on either my bed or the couch, foot in the air. 10 days of minimal activity, where my physical achievements include crutching down the stairs to the couch in the morning, and getting off the couch to crutch back up again in the evening. I thought this would be a good time to kick-start my diet. I do have about 20kg to lose after all, and what better time than while sitting on my arse, doing absolutely nothing – apart from working, eating and watching Doctor Who. Please follow and like us:

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    #myrightfoot surgery – a storyboard

    After walking with a damaged right ankle for about six months, I finally had surgery on 26 January. What with everything happening in my life - busy work season (one of my clients is the Old Mutual Two Oceans Marathon), the kids having just started a new school year (including Da Son starting at a brand new school) - I considered moving the surgery until May. But in the end, I found myself booked in at Constantiaberg Mediclinic at 6am last Monday. It turned out to be a very difficult two days, and I am still struggling with pain management and the frustration of being immobile. But I don't want…

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    Plot twist – Now Pink and I have something in common…

    This story's getting a little old now... January: overhydrate & collapse at Ironman 70.3 and wake up in the medical tent. January - March: walk around with my ankle hanging on the floor. An MRI diagnoses a non-existent peroneal tendon. April: Peroneal tendon reconstruction & repair surgery. May & June: Foot in the air, in a leg cast. July - September: Intense rehab to get back on track, in order to join the rest of my training team in preparation for IM70.3 in 2014. That was my year so far. Then I resigned from my job to start up my own freelance business and focus on my family. I had…

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    Rehab & Starting Over

    In just a little bit over a month I’ll be starting my 2014 Ironman 70.3 training.  It will be my second attempt to finish, after a spot of over-hydration took me out of the race and into the medical tent earlier this year. Yeah… I was a little over-zealous with the whole water drinking thing.  And come to think about it… it was a New Thing I Tried On Race Day.  Lesson learnt, moving on. Please follow and like us:

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    Surviving Peroneal Tendon Surgery: Hopalong’s Tips

    People have taken to calling me Hopalong.  Friends, colleagues, family – I should have seen it coming… Anyhoo, after a quick visit to Dr Narramore’s office yesterday, the good news is that my foot is healing well. It all started with two concerned emails to him.  I’m a bit of a surgery rookie and get performance anxiety pretty easily.  And not knowing what would be classified as normal, I was getting a little worried. I think by that point they were more worried about me becoming high-maintenance, so they told me to come in for a cast change and for the doc to have a quick peek at the scar.…

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    Surviving Peroneal Tendon Surgery: Day 15 – Going Mental

    So here I am, back on my bed, with my foot propped up on four pillows.   The cut is burning (is that a good or bad sign?) and every time I move my foot inside the cast it feels like a thousand tiny woodpeckers are chipping away at the bone (is that a good or bad sign?). Oh, and every time my foot isn’t elevated, it swells up so badly that it feels like it wants to break out of the cast.  And my toes turn blue. I think the bossman Sparkles said it best when he told me “every minute your foot isn’t raised above your heart is…

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    Surviving Peroneal Tendon Surgery: Crutch Fitness? WTF?

    I learned something new today: Last week this time I had the kind of super fitness required to participate in the Freedom Swim.  Less than a week later I found myself hobbling from the parking lot to my orthopedic surgeon’s office, reaching my max heart rate before I even got to the lift, sweating like a piiiiiiiiiiiig and bright red in the face. “Are you OK?” the receptionist asked when I stumbled through the door, while Da Husband performed fancy footwork to make sure I didn’t fall over. “Fuck NO!”, I heaved as I fell into the first chair I saw. I have a serious lack of crutch fitness.  And…

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    Surviving Peroneal Tendon Surgery: Day 4

    It’s day 4.  Thursday.  Three days after my surgery.  And I thought I’d give you an update on what was actually done, an idea of what the surgery (may have) looked like and how I’m working at getting better. What Was Done? Peroneal Tendon Repair:  Repairing the tears in my peroneal tendon (the MRI showed a few) Fibular groove deepening osteotomy:  The bottom end of the bone was flat instead of concave and he had to create a deeper groove for the tendons to sit in place.  According to Google it involves drilling into the bone, depressing the center (breaking it) and in that way deepen the groove to make…

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    Surviving Surgery

    FINALLY – I feel human again! After 24 hours in hospital and one afternoon at home, sleeping off all the drugs that were still my system, I woke up this morning with a clear mind and ready for action.  Sadly, a very painful foot has cancelled out the “action” part of my plans, but it’s great to feel like myself again. Monday: I was originally scheduled to be second on the operating list for Monday, but then I heard that I had been moved to the top.  Which meant that I had to get to the hospital early-ish to settle in. After all the compulsory checking in and weighing in…

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    We have a celebrity in our midst!

    PREFACE A few years ago, a few colleagues had a girly chat about annual medicals when one mentioned that she hadn’t gone for a gynae check-up in ages because she didn’t know anyone good in Cape Town.  I was pregnant at the time and suggested that she made an appointment with the doctor I was seeing, adding that he was really good and wouldn’t make her feel all freaked out about exposing her lady lumps to a stranger. A few days later I asked her how it was and she said that she walked in, saw him, cancelled her appointment right there and walked out. When I asked why she…