Many runners wish they lived with an orthopedic surgeon. No need to make appointments or get a referral, the constant around-the-clock care and in-home consultations. All in all, being married to one appears to be a pretty sweet deal.
Well, you know what they say about appearances.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about having my very own MD husband with whom to share my woes. After all, who wouldn’t want immediate access to assistance and answers, especially when you are a neurotic “Honey!! What is this pain??” kind of runner like me?
The issue is that my orthopod husband has caught onto my crazy impulses and frantic cries for help and he’s not biting any more. This means that 99% of the good doctor’s resounding replies to me can be summed up in three words: Rest, ice and Ibuprofen. Wa, right?
But, knowing an orthopedist as well as I do, has provided me with some insight I’d like to share. Up first: know your injury types.