I went to Texas Sports & Family Medicine to have my ankle prodded and examined by Dr. Hutchens. For a doctor’s visit, it was pretty damn pleasant. Mostly because I didn’t have to wait. I mean, that’s the worst part right? (The possible exception being the wait for a prostate exam… lucky for me I know nothing of that, alas, we women have our own doctoral demons to tend to.)
Sports Medicine practices are interesting places, in a good way: patients are treated like athletes. By that I don’t mean we were fed gatorade and given VIP access to clubs and bimbos. But it’s nice to be spoken to like a runner rather than a person who runs.
Dr. Hutchens was great, and very receptive to my need to get back on track as soon as possible. He recommended taking a few weeks off from running (depressing, but expected advice), and to instead focus on my biking and resistance training. After Thanksgiving, I’ll start running again and see how that goes. Fingers are crossed. He reckons I have plenty of time to train for the half marathon, and I shouldn’t lose much momentum if I keep up my cardiovascular fitness with other activities.
In other news, I am 122 lbs, 5′1, with a resting pulse of 64.
I had my first ever X-ray.
And was out of the office and back to work 45 minutes.
Insurance is sweet.
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