Calf Injury

I recently injured my left calf.  Just thought I'd put down some notes for posterity.  So on Thursday night I went out for dinner with Bee, Feebs and Declan.  We went to have Korean BBQ at Arisun in Chinatown.  We selected one of the set menus based on the food we wanted to eat.  The funny part is that two bottles of vodka came with it.  We asked if we could exchange the two bottles of vodka for one bottle of raspberry wine (they would have come out ahead), but they wouldn't let us do it.  We had to take the set menu as it comes.  So we got the set menu and added a bottle of raspberry wine on top of it.  The menu also came with fried chicken, sausage and a sausage hot pot.  Oh my goodness!  All the food was really good.

So here's the funny part.  I poured everyone a glass of vodka.  I figured if it was there, then we should all try it.  It tasted to me like rubbing alcohol and I felt as though I could have breathed fire.  But we each only had one glass and right now it was filled with vodka.  There was no getting raspberry wine in it if it was full of vodka.  So I made everyone pick up there glass so that we could all "down" the vodka in one go.

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Holy crap!

But now we could drink the lovely raspberry wine.  :)

So after dinner was over, we talked for a while before leaving to go home.  Feebs and I were on the same train.  We talked until I had to get off.  We had been sitting on the top level.  I ran off the train... down the stairs and a turn to the right.  As I turned, I heard a very loud POP! and at the same time it felt as though someone had thrown a baseball into my left calf.  At first, I really thought someone had thrown something at me, but there was only one person on the train that I could see and why would anyone throw a baseball at me anyway?

I just know that the pain was instantaneous and I'm amazed I made it off the train before the doors closed on me.  My first thought was that I could just sit down and massage my leg and maybe everything would be okay.  It was immediately evident that it was NOT going to be okay.  I did massage my leg for a minute, but I knew it wasn't going to matter.  So I hobbled home.  A walk that usually took me about 5 minutes turned into about 15 minutes or so.  It was agony.

As soon as I got home, I rubbed heat gel on the area and massaged it more.  I kept my leg up on the ottoman and ended up falling asleep in my chair.  I woke up at midnight and went to bed.  So I wake up the next morning to go to work and it's not better.  Worse still ... it was my day to shave.  So I had to figure out how to manuever in the shower.  Walking to the train and then to work from Town Hall was not exactly a bowl of laughs either.

Now, I know that I should have gone to the physio on Friday, but honestly the only place I could find was at least a 15 minute walk on a good day and it was all uphill.  Like, a steep uphill.  And with the injury being so new, I wasn't looking forward to that walk.  And I suppose I could have taken a taxi, but I still had not been paid at my new job and it had been a couple of months since I'd had a job so I didn't want to spend the money.  I know... cry me a river.

So I've been nursing it over the weekend and I've found a different physio that is between work and Town Hall, so I'll see if they'll see me on Monday arvo.  It's Sunday and it does feel a little better.  I'm certainly not going to be running any marathons anytime soon and I still don't have a full stride, but I'm managing.