Just some pissing and moaning about a minor injury [View all]

I have no one else to vent and worry to, so it’s y’all! Sorry.

According to the internet, my first doctor of choice (I know, I know), I have managed to rupture some muscle fibers in my calf. WTH. All I did was step down off the curb at the convenience store… but I heard a quick series of weird popping sounds and then had what felt like a massive charley horse. Limped to my car and then had a little panic freak out, thinking my Achilles tendon had snapped (I have a phobia about that– like, a stalker lurking under the car and slashing it with a razor knife. The Achilles tendon rolls up to the knee like a window shade when severed. Oh hell no.


Once I felt behind my knee and found no signs of a rolled up, severed tendon, my sanity returned. My calf is sore as hell and I had to gingerly limp four heavy loads of grocery bags up the stairs into the house. And kitty litter. Everything is put away now and me and the cats are ready for the 8-12” of snow on the way tonight and tomorrow, so that is a relief.

Several weeks ago I strained that calf muscle at work while climbing a big storeroom shelf like a monkey to reach a box. It was a small box and I didn’t want to take the time to grab the ladder.


I’m chalking this up to one of those “Giiiiirllll… you ain’t 20, or even 40, any more,” injuries. Lesson learned.

Laid up in bed with an icepack (aka a bag of frozen corn) and taking it easy. Took some Motrin, and very grateful it wasn’t worse. Internet advises RICE and, if it doesn’t improve, or lots of swelling happens, to see a doc. I think I’m good. But, man, it is sore!

Thanks for listening. I love you all. Happy New Year!