They did an x-ray, and then the doctor maneuvered my foot a bit to see where the pain was coming from, and of course, I didn't feel any pain--figures! I told him that the pain is just when I run, and it's on the side of my leg, just above my ankle. He checked my x-ray, and lo and behold, I have a stress fracture!
The fracture is on my fibula, right where I told him that it hurts when I run. He told me that there are three things you can do for a stress fracture:
He said they typically take about 6-8 weeks to heal, and that I shouldn't do anything that hurts. So if running hurts, don't do it (obviously). Since the water running doesn't hurt, that's fine to do. Walking doesn't hurt, so that's fine as well.
He is certainly not a runner, because he said that he recommends that people *don't* run--ever. That it degenerates your bones, tendons, ligaments, and cartilage. You don't just wake up one day needing a knee replacement--it's from years of abuse (namely: running). I don't know if I believe all that, but I do know that I'm not going to stop running. It's worth it to me! My dad was never a runner, but he just needed a knee replacement. Not running doesn't guarantee anything.
I told him that not running isn't an option for me, and I briefly explained my history. He told me some suggestions for not getting the stress fracture again, including stretching, and not overtraining. Also, trying not to run on concrete, but on a softer surface (trails--I wish we had some around here! I'd love to try it).
So basically, I just need to keep doing what I'm doing, and the fracture will heal.
Now, for some fun news! Today, we adopted a dog :)
We've been thinking about it for a long time, and seriously considering it ever since Paolo died. We were trying to decide if we should get another cat, or if we should wait a bit and then get a dog. I really loved the idea of having a dog to walk a couple of times a day. I like to walk, but it feels rather pointless sometimes; and with a dog, I'd feel like there was a reason to go out for a walk. After going to the Better With Pets Summit for Purina, I've been thinking about getting a dog even more.
I've been researching breeds online, and trying to figure out what would be best for my family. I have read through SO many little bio's online of dogs that are in the shelters around here. Today, Jerry and I went to the shelter to check out a few that we were interested in. Going to the shelter is so heartbreaking. I wanted to take home several of the dogs, and all of the kitties.
We walked through and looked at all the dogs they had, and then we asked to see three of them in a separate room, so we could interact with them. The first one that came in was adorable, and the first thing we noticed was how calm he was--he didn't jump up on us, or bark, or anything. We played with him for a few minutes, and I was thinking that he had to be the dog!
Until they brought in the second one. A black lab/chow mix, about one year old. He was just as calm as the first dog, only he was really affectionate. He reminded me of a cat, how when you pet him, he would just fall over and lay on his back to let you pet his belly. After interacting with him for a little while, we decided that he was definitely the one, even before seeing the third dog.
I was concerned about how he would be with cats, though, so I wanted to walk him in the cat room to see his reaction. He was so laid-back! He walked in, and his ears perked up when he saw the cats, but he didn't get aggressive or lunge at them or anything. We were totally sold on this dog!
We filled out the application, and waited around while they processed that. There were several dogs in the waiting area, and ours (who they named "Louie" at the shelter) was so calm. He wasn't barking (actually, I was wondering if he wasn't physically able to bark, because I hadn't heard a peep out of him), and he even laid down on the floor to wait with us. The woman working there took a picture of us before we left, and I didn't know it was for Facebook--before we even got home, a few friends said they saw our pic and wondered if we got a dog! haha
On the way home, we decided to name him Joey. Louie was cute, but we just had to stick with the Friends theme ;)
We stopped at PetSmart on the way home to buy all the doggie stuff we'd need for him, and he was an angel in the car. We took him into PetSmart, and he interacted with other dogs very well, too. As soon as we got home, I gave him a bath, because he smelled terrible. I filled the tub, and he happily jumped into it. He let me bathe him, and then as soon as I toweled him off, the kids got home (they had a snow day today, but they were at a friend's house while Jerry and I went to the shelter). They were REALLY excited, and as soon as they played with him, they fell in love with him, too.
Meanwhile, in the cat tree...
Phoebe and Estelle initially hid from Joey, but Chandler is too old to give a crap about who comes in here, so he didn't let the Joey phase him at all! Eventually, I got the other cats to go sit on the cat tree, and they did okay. Joey is definitely afraid of the cats--he'll sneak close enough to try and catch a whiff of them, but jumps back if they so much as look at him.
Joey's been doing great so far, and I'm SO glad we decided to adopt him! He's such a sweet (and well-behaved!) dog. He's cuddled up next to me as I type this, actually...
He hasn't had any accidents in the house (so far) which is nice. I'm excited to take him for a walk tomorrow!