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Anemone del Camino
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I finally had time to walk a full Camino, or some 1000km. Plan was VDLP to Sevilla, then the Invierno followed by the Salvador.
But 300km or so in, after two cafes con leche and a tomato tostada in Grimaldo, I heard and felt something pop in my knee. Could hardly put my foot down. Called a taxi to take me to the albergue. RICEd. Limped on my poles to dinner. RICEd.
Next day was a bit better. Because it was Easter weekend and a bottleneck, taxied to Sra Elenas. Spent two nights, until the medical center opened. Tendon something or other was the diagnosis. "How long until I can walk again?" says the walker. "A long time" says the . "What is long?" asks the walker. "A while" said soc. Walker called airline and travel insurer and flew home 4 weeks early.
MRI results back: large tear of miniscus and some francture nothing can be done with.
Appointment with orthopedist in 4 weeks. It is summer holiday season after all. Wonder how long I'll have to wait for surgery, if that is the selected route (considering I have been limping since mid-April, 3 months, I am willing to bet a tiny hole in my flesh is in my future... )
I am getting old! Just last week I showed interest in a poster at the drugstore about Zona vaccination. A vaccine for those 50 and older! Argh!!!!! When did I stop being 23?
All this to say, I am so glad I listened to my body and didn't go along with "ligament issue" as the diagnosis. It was too painful for that. Second Camino pain. First plantar fasciitis on the Norte, now this. Did I say I am getting old?
Buy your insurance, and use it.
And please, stop posting things that make me want to go off to walk again next week.
Honestly, my greatest fear right now, is not to be able to walk 20km a day for a few years in Spain once a year. It's what keeps me balanced. Actually, what I would ideally do to keep balanced is 2 weeks, twice a year. Argh
But 300km or so in, after two cafes con leche and a tomato tostada in Grimaldo, I heard and felt something pop in my knee. Could hardly put my foot down. Called a taxi to take me to the albergue. RICEd. Limped on my poles to dinner. RICEd.
Next day was a bit better. Because it was Easter weekend and a bottleneck, taxied to Sra Elenas. Spent two nights, until the medical center opened. Tendon something or other was the diagnosis. "How long until I can walk again?" says the walker. "A long time" says the . "What is long?" asks the walker. "A while" said soc. Walker called airline and travel insurer and flew home 4 weeks early.
MRI results back: large tear of miniscus and some francture nothing can be done with.
Appointment with orthopedist in 4 weeks. It is summer holiday season after all. Wonder how long I'll have to wait for surgery, if that is the selected route (considering I have been limping since mid-April, 3 months, I am willing to bet a tiny hole in my flesh is in my future... )
I am getting old! Just last week I showed interest in a poster at the drugstore about Zona vaccination. A vaccine for those 50 and older! Argh!!!!! When did I stop being 23?
All this to say, I am so glad I listened to my body and didn't go along with "ligament issue" as the diagnosis. It was too painful for that. Second Camino pain. First plantar fasciitis on the Norte, now this. Did I say I am getting old?
Buy your insurance, and use it.
And please, stop posting things that make me want to go off to walk again next week.
Honestly, my greatest fear right now, is not to be able to walk 20km a day for a few years in Spain once a year. It's what keeps me balanced. Actually, what I would ideally do to keep balanced is 2 weeks, twice a year. Argh