Onward to Sunday. I made it through the assisting workshop, albeit from the floor with a ice pack on my foot, and learned *so* much. When I got back to the hotel, I walked Totsi and ordered a pizza. Then I made an ice pack of a hand-sized Yogitoes wrapped around a little bag of ice secured with a hair elastic:
I thought it was a sprain. Checked out of my hotel Monday morning, drove home, and sat with my foot elevated and iced until yesterday, when I went to see a foot and ankle specialist. Went through the X-Rays and all that convinced I was going to leave with an Ace bandage, perhaps a boot, with a prescription for Motrin and a caveat to stay off my foot as much as possible. Nope:
The doctor walked into the room, said, "That must be some kind of yoga! You broke your foot!" In light of *that* New York Times article, I felt especially compelled to clarify that it was not the yoga, although it took place during yoga teacher training and in a yoga room. I explained that I had been dancing, and he said, "Oh. Now, that's not AT ALL uncommon." Then he went on to explain that it is a pretty bad break, one that was right on the edge of needing surgery, but that we would try a cast for two weeks to see if the bone would begin to mend. And on went the cast - I was given the option of red or green (no pink????). Green seemed cliche, given that St. Patrick's Day and The Masters Tournament are both coming up.
I've set an intention to come out of this in somewhat better shape. I have a Roll-A-Bout instead of crutches, which is immensely fun to cruise around on *and* is giving my legs, backside, and abs a nice workout. I've already gotten the hang of scooting backwards up the stairs to my Temple of High Maintenance, which is great for my arms. I stocked up on all kinds of yummy, healthy goodness while enjoying zinging hither and yon at the grocery store making Didgeridoo Boy chase me. I've reduced the size of my meals, but punched up their nutritional content; this reflects the fact that most of the time I'm sitting in bed with my leg propped up and also supports my body while it does the work it needs to heal my injury. And I'm practicing yoga - a highly modified practice, but a practice nonetheless. Even though it does mean I have to get up more (ahem), I'm staying hydrated. The bow on the package is meditation and bringing myself back to a positive, "let's make this fun", place every time I start getting bummed - which does happen. (Then there are the fun little activities, like the Red Cast Film Festival. More on those later.)
So - that's where I am. I could wallow and eat Goldfish crackers while letting myself get depressed, or I could shift my outlook and treat it as an adventure while being adaptable and keeping myself focused. The latter is where it's at, baby.
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