Runaway Future

I’m an impatient man.

I want it all now. I want it all yesterday. In fact, I’m so impatient at times that it manifests itself in procrastination and laziness. I want things to be done so much that I can never even get them started.

So with that in mind, the past couple of weeks have been frustrating to say the least. I was in Yarmouth at the beginning of the month and after an ill-fated game of three-on-three basketball, limping to karaoke, four and a half hours in outpatients and a pair of crutches, I ended up with a busted up ankle.

I was on crutches for a week, used a cane for this past week and now, even after spending today walking on two feet like a regular guy, it’s not fully healed. The little knobby bone that people commonly call their ankle (it actually is the bottom of your fibula) is about twice the size as the good ankle, which means my anterior talofibular ligament is still kinda screwed up (can you tell I’ve done a bit of research here?).

Anyway, so I’ve been laid up for most of the month more or less, moving on crutches or very slowly and it stinks. I know from the aforementioned research that I need to give the injury time to heal and recuperate (I need to see about rehabilitation exercises next). It’s just frustrating to not be able to do normal day-to-day things and to be reliant on others for help. I wasn’t able to do the Bluenose Run, hell, I haven’t been able to do any sort of running at all, which at times makes it feel like I’m stuck in my apartment. Not to mention, I try to use running as a way to deal with the frustrations of the day.

Slowly, but surely, the ankle seems to be getting better, but it’s driving me nuts.