x-rays, bad news, and (not so) humerus puns.

so, that pain that I was mentioning last month? well, it never really went away. and as of today, it has officially been declared as a stress fracture.

I've suspected that for a while, but wanted to believe otherwise. If wishful thinking worked, I suppose we'd all be a lot happier. I'm trying to stay positive about this, but I went all wibbly in the office this morning and started crying as soon as the doctor left.

The prognosis? No running for six weeks, and crutches.

It's really only the beginning of the winter track season, and I'm frustrated that I'm missing out on it. I'm embarrassed that I'm going to be the kid blundering around on crutches for the next month, and I'm disheartened by the number of stairs that there are in my house and at my school. I can't really move with the crutches very well at all, and the stairs in my house are considerably more difficult to maneuver up and down than those at the physical therapy office where I got crutches 101.

I'm allowed to do no-impact exercise, and while I'm glad that I can stay in relative shape for the spring track season, it means that I'm going to be spending my time in the weight room, and not at the track with the rest of the team.

Maybe I'll start stress knitting again. who knows, maybe crutch cosies will become tres chic. (after all, once people see that someone so cool and fashionable has stress fractures, they'll all want them.) Stress knitting will take on a whole new meaning. (geddit? stress fractures? stress knitting? my leg and sense of humor are both suffering.)

please do your best to bear with me while I deal with this, I'm liable to go wibbly on you and I hope that you don't judge me to harshly if I do.