After consulting 2 specialists this week.
After hobbling through my days. After icing until I'm all frozey. After stretching until I should be as flexible as an 11 year old Chinese gymnast. After all that.
I'm not better.
Diagnosis? Swine Flu of the hip.
That must be it.
Had an hour long massage on Tuesday. I have bruises to prove it. He says he can help temporarily, and refers me to a sports therapist. He takes some of my money. But it is worth it. I desire to have my muscle kinks oozed out of me for an hour at a time on a regular basis.
On Wednesday I see sports therapist. I suspect he is selling me some type of snake oil. I don't feel any differently, just sore from being poked and twisted. He tells me I'm all better and that my plantar issues should resolve as well. He takes more of my money. A LOT more.
My plantar starts to hurt as I drive away. I can tell that I am walking weird. My OTHER hip gets all wonky during my morning run today. My knee gives out in the stairwell and I almost fall down the stairs. I suspect I am falling apart. I begin to get angry at my failing body.
BTW, I'm sorry body. I abuse you and you are always there for me. I'm sorry you are hurt and I'm working on making you feel better. I'm trying not to pour so much soda into you. Is that why you are giving up? Do you miss the soda?
I begin to suspect that my joint might actually have been held together with high fructose corn syrup. And cupcake frosting.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with a chiropractor to see if she can fix what Billy Mays did to me yesterday.
4 weeks. I need to be healthy for 4 weeks. (and 3 days) I can fall apart Nov 2nd. Not a moment before!