Are you waiting at the edge of your seat waiting for an update on my injured ankle? Do I have the post for you!
After being told my ankle would take 1-2 years to heal, I sought out a second opinion. Does that timeline seem crazy to anyone else? I’m relatively new to sports injuries.
I feel lucky to live in a city like New York where there are just so many incredible doctors. As a patients we are able to have large options for even the most specific of needs, like ankle specialists. It’s a fact that no one I’ve spoke to about my injury so far even so much as looks at a knee.
I do all my own stunts.
I haven’t gone rock climbing since I was a kid. My sleep-away camp had a rock climbing wall and I have fuzzy vague memories of liking it. After some Ecuadorian rappelling fun this summer, I was looking for a reason to put back on a harness.
It’s time to wish a belated happy 6-month-aversary to Cuckoolemon!
Happy 6 Months, Cuckoolemon!
The first blog post went up on my birthday, May 14. I figured the Facebook birthday attention would be a great built-in audience for sharing this little project.
Since then I have had a blast writing this blog. As of today, I’ve published 33 posts. To celebrate, I wanted to share a few of my favorites from the last six months.
Hello from freezing New York City.
When it gets cold my whole life approach is threatened. My posture gets worse as I shrink into myself to huddle for warmth. I am the frozen hunchback of the Upper West Side. (I photoshopped an example but it’s too aesthetically displeasing to share.)
That’s not a reason to give up. Don’t turn your apartment into a hermitage of slack. Get out there. While everyone else is hibernating and putting on their winter weight, get awesome triceps. (Fact: Triceps are the muscle that make you think: “OW OW” when you look at an arm.)
Here are some ideas on how to make the cold weather work for your workout:
After the exciting incident at the radiology center I was eager to hear what the doctor would say about my ankle. When I went to his offices (in the depths of the east side: Hello, First Avenue) he was all too chipper in telling me “nothing is wrong on the MRI!!!” The doctor went on to explain his theory that the cause of my discomfort is a stretched nerve. What? Evidently that is a thing. You can stretch a nerve. (I did when sliding down rocks post-Canyoning.)