I was off to the physio this morning. Not the most comfortable trip in the car. Given where the injury is, sitting can be troublesome.
I was seeing a new physio today. As we’ve not met before the conversation went something like this:
“So what seems to be the problem?”
“I’ve hurt my hamstring. I’m worried I might’ve torn it up high, in the tendon attachment” she says.
“I see you were last here in January?”
“Problems with the hip” she says.
“Uh huh. Have you had other problems with the left hip or hamstring in the past?”
“Torn hip cartilage in 2009 which required surgery” she says.
“Uh huh. Other past problems.”
Omg she thinks – does he want to know everything?
I’ll stick to the biggies, she thinks, otherwise we’re going to be here for hours.
“Partial tear in the right hamstring in 2011 requiring cortisone and a treatment involving ultrasound and a big needle;
Surgery in 2004 to remove inflamed portion of ITB and the bursa;
Plantar fasciitis requiring orthotics…” she says.
“And you still run?!” I’m hoping this was his attempt at humour.
After conducting several tests to determine the extent of the damage, the diagnosis is that of micro-tears in the attachment. Unfortunately, as I know only too well, this is the worst place to have a tear as the area has a poor blood supply and it takes forever for an injury to heal. You need a good blood supply for healthy and speedy healing.
So for the moment, until the swelling and inflammation settles down, I have to rest. Not much I can do anyway, it’s too sore. I do have one exercise to do – knee raises from a sitting or lying position. Thats it. Not quite a Mish workout! Next week I’ll start swimming using a pull buoy and he’ll give me some more exercises. The New York marathon in November is my goal – I have to be ready by then.
Now why is it that I’m so hungry when I’m not doing anything? This afternoon and evening I have been starving. I’m clock watching from meal to meal. I’ve had to employ my secret weapon frequently just to get through the day without raiding inhaling the contents of the pantry. Thank god there is no block of chocolate lurking in there!




