Fall's hope

I had my calendar for 2015 pretty filled up with races I wanted to join, trainings I must do and goals I wished to achieve as early as the first week of January.  I was excited to crush my goals and see what this year has in-store for me. yes they were crushed in a snap but in a shocking rather than exciting way when I found out two nights ago that I broke my left metatarsal.

I was at the gym with Rey attending a body combat class where our good friend, Chinky was teaching when in the middle of a hop + kick move, I fell on the ground.  I thought I was okay and it was my usual “tapilok” that I even managed to finish one more jumping and kicking track.  I even spent the rest of the day limping while having a Korean brunch with Chinky and Rey, having my hair cut and eating a nice Japanese dinner at Sugi. 

After three days of having to walk with a swollen foot, my mom and younger brother insisted that I see my ortho to have it checked. Upon seeing me, my ortho ordered me to get an x-ray because he thought I broke my metatarsal.  I told him I think it’s just a sprain and that he has to help me get better in time for the Condura Skyway Marathon which was 11 days away.

At the x-ray room, I told the technician to let me know as soon as he finds something weird.  True to our agreement, he showed me right away the film that showed my broken metatarsal. I hobbled my way back to my ortho and told Rey what the technician told me while stopping my tears from falling. I sent my brother who is doing his 3^rd year residency in surgery a photo of my x-ray and he confirmed the finding.The ortho gave me two options: whether to put a metal implant or to put my foot in a cast for at least two months.I chose the latter as my younger brother was totally against the surgery that would require a spinal anesthesia and according to him the injury can heal on its own

It has been five days since the fall and I am in so much pain (brother told me to refrain from taking pain killers if i could handle the pain) physically and emotionally yet I am grateful that this situation has allowed me to appreciate more the blessings that the Lord has been sending my way.  

And yes, even if it hurts a lot that it would take me at least 10 months to recover, I have no doubt the Lord has greater plans for me. 

I am most grateful for friends who helped and checked on me – Chinky and her family, for taking good care of me; for Majul, Candy, Berns, David, Ate Maripaz - for checking up on me every single day and giving me tips; for my bosses at work and colleagues – who have been very nice in making sure that I don’t have to keep on moving around at work; and for everybody who’ve sent notes to cheer me up and prayed for me; for Salcedo Crazies, Sir Raul Patrick Concepcion and Rashel for the encouragement to be strong. I thank Rey for helping me out and making sure that I am very much comfortable in spite of this heavy boot. For my parents who bugged me to death to go and see the ortho, sending me my cane and crutches all the way from Bacolod and for checking up on me by the hour; and for my brothers who have been insistent that I go see a doctor and get a lot of rest.

I am positive that I will be back on my feet soon but in the meantime, I need to find a way to live with this robot-ish boot on my left foot.

I will struggle in dragging this heavy foot wear but I will not let this struggle drag me down.