This physio’s taking longer than I thought

Posted by Helen in Musings | 1 comment

Mar 07, 12

I knew before Brass Monkey that I had a problem with my hip, or to give it the correct name, my Iliac Crest. It had been bothering me whenever I tried to run or even walk over 6 miles.  I seemed to be okay on shorter distances as long as I made sure I did a crossed ankle style stretch after my run.  Of course the headwind (I really must stop going on about that headwind but it was a shocker) just made things that much worse and I am finally getting the physio I self referred for at the beginning of the year.

So what does that mean? It sure hasn’t heralded a miraculous return to running, in fact most days it just means pain and even walking hurts, not as much as trying to sit on the sofa on an evening, but hey, it’s going to get worse before it gets better right?

This week will be my fourth physio visit at the hospital, the first one was a review to take details and listen to the problems; the second was walking up and down barefoot so they could see my alignment, apparently I pronate even barefoot on my left leg, and assigning some exercises to do at home; the third was me going back and telling her I couldn’t cope with the pain on one of the exercises and sure couldn’t do them every day as it was hurting more than ever; and this week is going back to report on the last couple of weeks.

Well, it hurts.  The big change is that it doesn’t hurt all the time now, it’s mainly evenings when I try and settle down on the sofa that it kicks in, and of course when I am trying to sleep. The day time has improved massively, to the point that it gave me false confidence last week.  I felt great till I tried to walk into town from the car park and back again. Ouch!

I’ve signed up to do the Sport Relief Mile (3 miles) in York at the end of the month and suspect it will be a walking effort from me as I watch my nine year old and her friend shoot off into the distance and leave the old woman behind! I’ll be donning my pink tutu though as it is for charity.

I hate having to miss races due to injury but to be fair this Iliac Crest thing goes back ten years to my pregnancy and something as stupid as stumbling on the edge of a rug whilst pushing the vac round. I didn’t even fall over, but it put me on crutches for the last few weeks of the pregnancy and was yet another symptom I was left with that went untreated.

From what the physio has said this has caused more wear and tear than normal for my age and that wont improve, meanwhile everything seems to be lacking strength that was there just a few weeks ago, as proved by my pathetic attempt at Wii Fit Plus this morning.  The trainer kept telling me in one breath how great my posture was and in the next kept saying ‘you’re wobbling a bit’.  I won’t share my reply with you, save to say it wasn’t polite but at least it’s progress, slow progress, but it’s progress.

How do you cope with being grounded? It’s sending me barmy!