Back to Work Bootcamp

I never thought being off for 4 weeks would knock me on my ass so much. I suppose it wasn't just the fact I was off, but off injured.

Going from hardly walking to back to full time at work was nothing short of exhausting. My legs felt like I'd run a marathon. Well, walked one at least. I'm usually a quick worker, but I felt slow, and lagging.

Coupled with having a cold that first week back, and being fearful of sleeping in past my alarm, sleep was a luxury not afforded to me. During the day I kept telling myself, "just one more light," or "just one more receptacle." One more, after one more, after one more got me through the first couple weeks.

Week three started to get better and i felt back at my regular pace again.

I still had one more follow up appointment and xray to confirm the fracture was healed. That x-ray looked good! You could see the bone filling in the gap left from the fracture. I was giving the all clear to resume all normal activies.

I'll have to ease back into them though. After 7 weeks of favouring my left foot for fear of hurting or reinjuring it, i need time to learn to trust that side again. Trust my foot again.

And it will be longer still before I get over the fear of jumping on it again. The memory of the incident is still fresh. I think about dancin or jumping and i relive the crack i heard when i landed wrong. It still plagues my thoughts in my everyday actions, not wanting to go through that frustrating period again. I know it will come with time.

I'm just happy to be back to normal and back to work again!

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