After spending the last several weeks trying to convince myself that the pain in my foot is
“No big deal”
I realized that six weeks of pain and 3 weeks of not being able to run is a big deal and it was time to do something about it. So I headed to the Dr. to get it checked out. At the first appointment, we ran through all of the symptoms and everything pointed to a stress fracture, even though the x-rays didn’t show anything. Continue reading “Getting the boot”
Thursday Sept 28th was exactly 8 weeks from the day of the crash and Luke got some of his most encouraging news to date.
It is time to ditch the crutches!
He can walk without his fine metal friends.
The boot isn’t gone yet, he still has that for one more week. But, he is one step closer to being fully recovered!
The human body and its ability to heal injuries is awe inspiring.
In eight weeks to go from a serious crash
with a fully displaced fracture
onto crutches and then to be back walking is just amazing.
God is good!
For the background on this, see my earlier post The Call.
As the Dr. entered the room, he looked at the image of Luke’s ankle on the computer screen and said exactly what I had been expecting:
“That looks bad. We definitely need to fix that!”
He then gave a complete description of what he saw in the x-ray (a fully displaced, medial malleolar fracture) and described the process of how it should be fixed (open reduction with internal fixation). Continue reading “At the Surgeon”
It was 7:18 on a rainy Thursday evening. I was sitting in a U-Haul truck outside of a friends house getting ready to move some furniture and my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw a number I didn’t recognize. My immediate reaction was:
“Another robocall, I wish they would stop.”
Then for some reason I decided to answer the call.
The voice on the other side said:
This is Officer (Name omitted) from the Hyattsville Police Department, I want to let you know your son is OK, he is awake, alert and responsive, can move all of his extremities and has a lot of scrapes and bruises. He was hit by a Jeep while riding his bicycle and is in the hospital emergency room for further evaluation. You might want to head over.
Continue reading “The Call (No Parent Wants to Get)”
Going into Palmerton I had only one simple goal, to perform better than I did last year. If you aren’t familiar, last year’s race has a name unto itself Burpeefest. It was a horror show of epic proportions, including 240 burpees and major legs cramps. It finally ended after 3:39.54 of exquisite suffering.
So, to outperform last year all I needed to do was beat last year’s time and get there with less than 240 burpees. It seemed like a relatively “easy” task. Continue reading “Palmerton Spartan Super 2017”