Surgery went well. I
got the tear in my left labrum stitched up with nylon thread and then attached the
thread to my bone with plastic anchors.
My femur bone was shaved down in order to make subsequent cartilage
tears less likely. I’m in a lot less
pain then I thought I would be, and I’m already greatly reducing the pain pills
I need to take.
Ahh, flowers from Grandma Mavis
When I left the hospital, the surgeon told my mom they see a
lot of tears in people who grew up playing hockey and soccer. Check and check. Earlier a PT told me children who sat with
their calves splayed out were more likely to get tears. Check.
The surgeon also said I have a slightly shallow socket for my femur,
making the tear more likely. Check. These facts, together with not being allowed
to sprint in training the three years before joining the Beast team, makes a
little more sense to me why I got in this predicament just from sprinting
uphill.
I’m scared. I took a
big chance moving to Seattle and joining the Beasts. I’m so glad I make the move, but I left
behind a mostly comfortable situation, surrounded by an extremely supportive
community and friends and family.
Because I hurt my hip and took so long to figure out the injury, I will
have accomplished nothing over my one-year Brooks contract. I will compete through 2016, and I know I can
come back strong and be a contender at the next Olympic Trials, but Brooks has
no obligation to resign me. If they don’t,
they may allow me to continue training with the team, but I’ll have to work a
lot more than I do already. If they want
nothing to do with me, I could look for another group to take me on, and move
again. I could return to Minneapolis, but
without the support of a training group.
None of these options are ideal, but there is not anything I can do at
the moment to set myself up better except concentrate on recovering well. So far, I’m doing just that by laying in bed
and thinking too much.
I got to see the Chihuly exhibit the day before surgery
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