I got a three phase bone scan today. It’s not as exciting as it sounds, but I did get to be injected with a radioactive substance, so there’s that. The bad news is that I probably have a fractured metatarsal or two. I say probably because the bone scan tech person wasn’t allowed to confirm anything — not being a radiologist and all. She was nice enough to dance around the confirmation with me though.
Me: (Lying on my back with my feet in the imaging machine, staring up at a computer displaying a faint image of my feet and a blinding white spot over my injury site.) “So that’s a fracture, right?”
Non-radiologist: “I can’t say.”
Me: “So that’s not what a soft tissue injury would look like?”
Non-radiologist: “Oh, definitely not.”
Later she quizzed me on the how I’d hurt my foot. When I mentioned trail running and rocks, her face became all-knowing and she asked if I’d considered running on “one of those soft tracks.” She was not an active looking person and I’m sure soft tracks were only attractive to her as advice for fractured runners. I wanted to respond with something that would stick with her like the soft track advice had — something inspiring about the beauty of trail running, but nothing came to me before she repositioned my feet, started the next scan, and left the room.
The scan results were sent to my doctor’s office, but he didn’t call to officially confirm things — despite multiple promises from his receptionist. So I’m heading into the Memorial Day weekend blind. (Blind in an internet researched kind of way.) I’m hoping aqua jogging doesn’t exacerbate things. I’m also hoping I won’t lose my mind aqua jogging for five hours. We’re supposed to head up to the Kerrville Folk Festival tomorrow, and Eliot suggested I jog in the Motel 8 pool while he, Granddad, and Asa wandered around the festival. Just repeating that suggestion back (“Five hours in the Motel 8 pool on Memorial Day weekend while you’re at a music festival.”) helped Eliot identify some flaws in that plan. It’ll be a good day one way or another for us.
I’m sorely disappointed about all this and I don’t know what it means for running Western States yet. I’d like to run regardless of what training I can get in. I’ll have a better idea of my options Tuesday. I got a heavy dose of perspective from a young boy and his father waiting outside the scanner room when I arrived. While I was taking off my sneakers, the tech came up and told the boy they’d need to take just one picture of his head. The dad said, “That means you found something.”
“I’m not allowed to say, sir.”
“But they said we’d only have to go in a second time if you found something.”
“A hot spot showed up. But I can’t say what that means.”
“When will we know?”
She told him that it usually takes 24 to 48 hours, but that with the Memorial Day weekend, they probably wouldn’t hear anything until Wednesday.
The dad sat down and told his child that he was sorry.
So come on by my neighborhood pool if you’re in town (it’s right behind the biker bar). I’ll be there circling the deep end and counting my blessings.