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Chronicles of a MRI arthrogram

Running, Training, Uncategorized

I have run two marathons. But this, I was scared. I kicked serious butt in the birthing room. But this, I was scared. I quit a successful career and went back to school at 36. But this, I was scared. I have lived with type-1 diabetes nearly my whole life. But this, I was scared. Yesterday I had a MRI arthrogram to try and sleuth what the hell is wrong with my groin. I had been told ahead of time this would be a most unpleasant experience, that the dye injection would be inserted into my hip, and that various movements would be employed to purposely initiate pain in the area. I was told I would not be released without someone there with me, but not told why. I was told I would be transported via wheelchair from radiology to the MRI clinic, but again, not fully explained why. I […]

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Running reboot: injury be damned

Running, Training, Uncategorized

This blog is lonnnnnng overdue. I started writing it back in January, but was sidelined (and subsequently pummeled) by integral calculus, which took pretty much all my focus. The post was pushed to the side, only to be revisited today – four months after I started my official running reboot, and three days out from getting an arthrogram MRI to see what the heck has plagued my groin for the past nine months. Let’s go back in time, shall we. Bloop-bloop-bloop… Jan. 15, 2017: It wasn’t a blip in the pan. It wasn’t fly by the night. It was real. I went for a run. I did not know what to expect on this run. I was still injured. I still am injured. My leg feels sharp stabs of pain daily. The groin ache is still there. At this point, I don’t know if it will ever go away. What I

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Smurfette Part 2: The Bone Scan

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

Ohhhh, the déjà vu. 2011: I was training for my second marathon, and struggling with a sore ankle every time I ran. I spent months in physiotherapy with no relief. Dear Physio was getting frustrated; I was beyond frustrated. 2016: I haven’t run in 9 months. I’ve suffered horrid pain that’s become more a dull ache in my left foot for 12 months. I’ve spent thousands (note the plural) on physio, chiro, acupuncture, essential oils, and more with no relief. Frustrated. Desperate. Moody. Sad and envious as bloody hell. Both outcomes resulted in bone scans. In 2011, it turned out I had stress fractures in both ankles. In 2016, well, as I’m currently writing this post in the waiting area of nuclear medicine, I don’t yet know the results. What I do know: At 9 a.m. I was injected with a blue radioactive tracer containing phosphate and technetium. The phosphate

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Princess of…cycling???

Diabetes, Uncategorized

Hello World, it’s me, PoP… you know, the one who used to blog all the time, sometimes five times a week, but who has been rather, ahem, silent, incognito, non-existent for like pretty much five months! Yeah, I’m still here. What have I been doing? Well, I’ll tell you what I haven’t been doing. I haven’t been running. Seems odd having a blog all about running with diabetes when you still got the diabetes (no cure yet) but you’re not running, right. I haven’t run since Global Heroes on Oct. 5. For those of you who can’t count your fingers as well as me, that’s coming up on seven annoying, ohmygawdIwanttochopmyfootoffandgetanewone months. I am still plagued by a foot injury that has been diagnosed so many different things over the course of more than $1000 in treatment, I have no idea what the frick is wrong with it, all I

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The Pickle Ruins

Running

Suck in, squeeze, breathe. Suck in, squeeze, breathe. The warm wind washing my face, freedom. The light tapping of my shoes as they hit the pavement, freedom. My thoughts, not on my surroundings, but on every movement I make, every twitch of my left foot, every second without a fiery scream, freedom. After weeks of no running, none, and hardly any walking, today my feet were finally given permission to once again feel the security of their sneakers totally enclosing their flesh. And the freedom, ohhhh the freedom. It wasn’t Chariots of Fire or Gonna Fly Now or even Survivor filling the music in my heart. Nope, I had full on George Michael: FREEDOM!!!!!! For several weeks, almost as long as I’ve been absent from the blog, I have been encumbered by a foot injury. It is still unclear as to what exactly that injury is. I initially thought it

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