I am slowly adapting to life with one hand. I admit, I've been pretty sad about the entire thing. I had my first session since the accident with my trainer today. He was very nice and thoughtful. He brought me three power bar gels, and was rather kind throughout the session. I was very weak, couldn't lift what I normally lift. He blames this on poor sleep and my Benadryl induced sleep…as well as general trauma of injury… He looked at a few more of the bruises on my left side and declared me a "very good faller indeed" He had seen me briefly yesterday prior to my attempted my ten miler. He said knew that I wasn't going to make 10, and was pleased with the 2.3…. Then he asked why I had stopped. I explained that my legs hurt,and that I had started to get a very unusual "floaty feeling" He said, oh… the Body High…. I'm like, what…. According to the Urban Dictionary this is the body high…who knew? It wasn't a pleasant sensation at all…but I am not arguing with Trainer boy….but no drugs were involved.
We had a pretty good time overall, I felt like crying the entire time, and I imagine he knew that. He's meeting with his coach today, so he said he'd have my training plan back to me by tomorro.
Trainer wants me to run on Saturday, the whole ten kilometres. I am unsure if I can,but he said it would be good to do, even if I come in Dead last.
We talked a little about rehabbing the hand. He gave me a raquette ball, but took it away because I tried to squeee it immediately, impossible with my hand looking like this… he promised that he would
give it back, then he said no, I'll get you one of these! My trainer is a gem.
Any Tomorro is a big day. I go to see Dr. Ruch to find out what he thinks of the hand.
I think I'll get a new splint also because this one is killing me. Trainer kept pointing out that I am lucky to be here with all the specialists….and I will say, I'm thrilled to not be currently in Africa… because this would not have even been xrayed had I still been in Sudan….
onwards. I'll try to be less sad from now on.