MRI Number 2 - Last Leg Standing?

So for the last week my left hip had been hurting, to the point that the only reason I was taking pain medication was because it was hurting so badly even on days I was sitting down all day. Now come on, my good leg only hurts every now and then. Last Thursday I talked with my doctor and after having x-rays taken on my left and right sides, we schedule another MRI to see if it's just inflammation or have I done the unthinkable, another stress fracture. That would be awesome, from crutches to wheelchair, I've sufficiently managed to kill my social life, let's make sure we ruin the rest of my summer too.

There's one thing you can count on when the doctor comes into the room, the look on their face, I remember the look the doctor gave me when he told me I fractured the right leg. When he came in the room today, he had a big smile, what a relief, it's just overuse, no stress anything. It's a good day. Three more weeks then I can kiss my crutches good bye and start rebuilding the muscle in my leg.

X-Rays 1 & 2 - Plus the Countdown to Driving & Walking

The x-rays from week 1 and 2 both looked good. The bone is still in alignment and I'm guessing that maybe, just maybe the healing process can be seen... Overall, my right side has been feeling better, last week that was entirely due to the pain medication, but Thursday through Saturday my left side hurt so badly that I had to use my pain medication to make it through those days. I guess you could say I overdid it Thursday night, when I went to track practice with Don and was on my left leg for 2 hours watching everyone run then went to dinner for another 2 hours--that's the longest I've been out at one time. Maybe it was the euphoria in seeing everyone and wishing them good luck that it didn't hurt, but I felt it that night, the next day and the day after. It seems to be fine so far today, which is great because I really don't care to take pain medication. Don't get me wrong, feeling great is awesome it's just feeling loopy and needing a nap (basically passing out) that I don't care for.

On the good news front, I might be able to drive in 2, yes 2 weeks. Friends and family have been great at getting me out, gold stars go to my mom, brother, dad and Lisa, who without I would have gone crazy. From taking me to appointments to taking me out, they have kept me sane these last three weeks.

Four more weeks and counting to possibly walking...