Updated: September 07, 2012

There is nothing like going to the doctor and sitting in the waiting room listening to the moans and groans of others. In my case I was at the foot doctor. Arriving 30 minutes early, I made my place among all the other people waiting for their appointments. After about one hour of listening to the agonies of DE FEET, I was reminded of something my father taught me.

My father used to say that if we could pile everyone's problems in the center of the room and given the chance to choose someone else's over our own, 9 chances out of 10, we would want our problems back instead of having someone else's! I definitely agreed with him today. My problems did not seem very big listening to the other people there. Seems there was negative emotion swirling EVERYWHERE! Not to mention that the television was on C.N.N…..Constant Negative News!

After being there for over an hour, one lady asks me when my appointment was. I told her 1:15 p.m. and given that the time was 2:30 p.m….it was safe to say the doctor was behind schedule. One lady jumped up and was telling the receptionist she would have to reschedule because her appointment had initially been for 1:45 p.m. I told her she could trade appointments with me because I was not in any hurry. She seemed surprised when I offered for her to take my spot (which was next on the list). She thanked me, but declined the offer. (If it had been me, I would have taken the offer…..living so far away.)

Upon her leaving, my name was called to see the doctor. The good news is the doctor said I only had a bad sprain with some contusions around my ankle joint. Everything I had been doing had been the right things to do REST, ICE, COMPRESSION, and ELEVATION – R.I.C.E. He said my ankle was healing well; it just took time.

I asked him when I could begin working out again, and he fitted me in a splint which looks like a corset for my ankle. He said I could work out as much as I felt comfortable, as long as I wore the splint for at least a couple weeks. The splint would keep my ankle stable where I would not re-injure it. That was certainly good news. He checked my other ankle where I had whacked it on the Smith Machine 3 weeks ago and he said it was healing fine too.

I have deep impressions in my ankles that are just something genetic with me. He said there was not much to do in changing that, but that he could tell I had injured my ankles in the past and maybe didn't even know it. Needless to say, I am on the mend and treated myself to the mall for shopping afterwards.

I am so happy I had not torn or ruptured anything! I am glad I went in to be safe.

YAY! So happy to be on the mend!

I work out because I want to stay fit and mobile. I saw so many people in the waiting room with SO MANY PROBLEMS. Many were elderly and many overweight. Taking care of myself now will help me in later years. I know that.

It does give me the momentum to keep going despite setbacks; there is MUCH TO BE THANKFUL FOR!

And I am so thankful to be thankful!

Teri LaFaye (sassyonyx)



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