8:46am. So far a good day. No rain so far. And definitely NO SNOW!!!
It is my Hunny Bunny's birthday. I am so happy that he was born. :o))
9:10pm. Scratch what I said before about it being a good day (except the part about my Hunny Bunny). What a FIASCO of a day!!!
First, I went to the doctor this morning for a read on the MRI I took a week ago.
I get there 30 minutes EARLY! Then I sit in the damn waiting room for 30 more minutes.
Then I sit in an examination room for another 10 minutes!
Then the final diagnosis isn't much of a diagnosis!
There is good news and bad news.
The good news is:
- it's not a neuroma.
- it's not a stress fracture.
- it's not calcification due to an unattended stress fracture.
- it's not tendonitis
The bad news is:
- it's not a stress fracture.
- it's kinda vague *what* it is.
There is minimal arthritis (probably due to overuse).
there are impact lesions.
there are stress lesions.
there is edema (the least of my worries)
there is a bit of bursa something-or-other.
there is a bit of inflammation in the sesamoid area.
And to cap it all off, is a bit of inflamation in the fifth metatarsal area also.
In other words, LOTS O' SCAR TISSUE.
He recommended not running for 6 weeks.
Since I've been off my feet for a week and a half already (in case it was a stress fracture), I only have - gee... - 4 1/2 weeks to go. Wow. :o[ How the hell lucky am I???
He recommended massage - deep tissue - and thought that ART would be very beneficial.
So I will make that appointment today.
If that doesn't work, it would mean a cortisone shot. Blech. :oP
If that doesn't work, surgery to build the area back up - which would really totally truly suck.
Aint gonna happen! GAH!!!
I am going back in 6 weeks for a follow up.
In the meantime, I guess I will pull out the bike and Cylops which the Harriet lent to me.
No time like the present to start a major cross training program. :o[
So, after work, seeing as how it is my Hunny Bunny's birthday, I wanted to leave work EARLY. So left at 4:20 and take the 4:30 train home. Now, there are TWO 4:30 trains. One of them goes to my station. The other one doesn't GUESS which one I got onto? Just GUESS! There are only two choices so this should be easy!
Yup. I get on the WRONG DAMN TRAIN!!! GAH!!!
This means, I end of in some neighborhood in DORCHESTER in the thick of night, with little or no lights on an outdoor platform, wondering if I was going to DIE IN THE DAMN STREETS!!!
I get to the first stop which is Uphams Corner.
Desolate and NOT the best neighborhood in the world. But since the train car did not pull up to the platform, i thought it was going to and so I waited. Like a DAMN VEAL sitting in a BOX! ARG!!! And the train pulls OUT OF THE STATION!
Then I get to the NEXT station which is MORTON STREET!!! ACK ACK ACK!!
Some nice person tells me to cross over the bridge and wait for the next train which is coming in about 5 minutes. So I do that. I see the train. It doesn't slow down. It passes me at about 100 MPH!
So there I stand, wondering when the next train is.
So I call Jack, who works for me.
He is at work and he pulls up the train schedule.
He says, "Uh, where are you?"
I say, "MORTON STREET!"
He says, "uh, hmmm.... not a great area... hmmm... don't leave the station."
I say, "it's only a middle of nowhere platform, not a station. There are only two flood lights. It's kinda dark."
He says, "Hmmm.... the last train is at 4:43."
I say, "It's 4:55!"
He says, "hmmm...."
I say, "Wait! There is another train!"
And so we wait. This train ALSO goes barreling by me at 100 MPH! WITHOUT A HOW DO YOU DO!!!! ARG!!!
I say, "it's gone."
He says, "Yeah. The next one isn't until 5:43. You have an hour."
I say, "I will die here."
He says, "Go up and take a cab back to Boston."
I say, "okay."
He says, "stay in well lit areas. Don't talk to strangers...don't stop for anything... go to a busy area... blah blah blah."
I say, "ok ok ok ...."
So I walk up and it turns out this is a major street going through the middle of th Hinterlands of Dorcester.
There is a gas station and a Walgreens.
I walk into the Walgreens and the manager brings one of the locals working there over who explains that I can take the 21 (a bus) to Ashmont Station (the end of the ONE of the two red lines subways) and take that into Boston South Station. Well... That is what I did.
I get to South Station, and I board the 5:50 train - the same one I would have taken had I left at my usual normal time of departure for work.
So my 15 minute commute turns into more than an hour and a half!!!
Joseph met me at the train station with Dingle Doggie and we walked home together.
Well... it was all so DAMN ABSURD that I couldn't even be mad. :o[