Thankfully, the x-ray showed that there was nothing broken, and no problems with the 2003 fix. Then we, they, the PA decided not to do any further tests that day. After I left (with my Celebrex and Vicodin) I wished I had been a little pushier, since I’d really like to know what actually happened. Instead I’m left to speculate with the help of my general doc. Best guess is that when I hit the bank in the ditch my leg either crashed into the dash or door, or bent in a way that sprained a ligament. Nice and specific, isn’t it? Hopefully when I go back in three weeks I can be better about getting the information I need like; when can I go back to the gym? and what activities should I avoid?
In the meantime my menu plan has gone out the window. I am still hoping to make enchiladas, but it may get moved to next week. I also just found a great sounding recipe for a way to use up the last of the leftover turkey, which obviously needs to be done soon so Sunday’s dinner may get bumped as well. Maybe I’ll take advantage of this time of convalescence to catch up on some blog reading, blog planning and even writing! Of course if my posts don’t make sense, I’m going to blame the pain-killers!