Patient impatience
August 2, 2010emily No Comments »Newsflash: I am perhaps the world’s worst sick person. I’m never content to stay in bed and let others take care of me. I get restless, irritable, and impatient. So when I tore my calf muscle five weeks ago, I sensed there might be trouble. My doctor told me to stay off of my leg for two weeks (hah). What he said then was, “In two weeks, you’ll feel a lot better.” What I heard was, “In two weeks, you’ll be able to run the New York Marathon if you want to.” So that, after two weeks, when I felt better but not one hundred percent healed, I started to worry. And I got impatient. Why hadn’t my leg healed fully? Why was it still twanging? Why did I still have to ice it at night? And why was Van Helsing ever made? (That last one has nothing to do with my leg, but it’s a burning question I have nonetheless.) This morning, when my leg twanged again, I understood it for what it was: a cramp. My torn muscle is healed, but it cramps up every so often. Now that I can handle!
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