After several weeks of discomfort, trepidation, frustration and uncertainty, I’ve finally received good news.
Three weeks ago, I went to the doctor with a workout-related knee injury. I’d both pushed myself too hard and given myself too little time to recover before (literally) jumping back into my 50-minute runs and jumprope marathons (even though, in my defence, I felt okay to do so).
After a week of excessive Advil intake and RICE (rest, ice, compression and elevation) treatment, I went back to the nursing station for a check-up. With not much improvement, I was given crutches and told to wait another week. A week later, another check-up turned into a disconcerting and mind-boggling conversation about torn menisci, knee surgeries and prolonged recovery times that left me imagining, much to my despair, botched summer plans and a future deprived of running and hiking.
I was given little else by the way of information and thus, was left to fill in the blanks with bleak Google search results and my overactive imagination.
I was told to use the crutches until the doctor flew here from another village and could fit me into an appointment (he had 1 busy week in which he had to fit much of the population of Tasiujaq).
Yesterday was my appointment and, after close examining, as well as uncomfortable leg twisting and turning, he ruled out the possibility that I’d torn the meniscus in my knee and assured me that just a few more weeks of rest and light exercise should do the trick.
So, it looks like, with a little more rest and some physiotherapy (for which I’ll be going while I’m in Toronto), I’ll be running and hiking again in no time.