I don’t have a #strangebutgood recipe for you today.
Cankles are a good excuse, no?
Vegas and I came down from Big Bear and went directly to the doctor. I didn’t get injured – this time it was planned. Remember when I was going to be an American Ninja Warrior? Then I sprained my ankle so badly I couldn’t walk properly for weeks? Turns out it wasn’t just a sprain.
My ankle has been bothering me ever since, but it got really bad last spring when I was playing ball. I tried acupuncture, heat therapy, rest… nothing seemed to work. Next step was an MRI. The MRI showed that what I THOUGHT was a sprain was actually torn ligaments. Since I didn’t know what I’d done, I didn’t heal it properly. My choices now are either dealing with pain, surgery, or PRP therapy.
I chose PRP as my plan of action. PRP stands for platelet-rich plasma.
They draw blood, separate it to create super-concentrated plasma, and re-inject it into the damaged area. The whole thing took less than an hour. I walked out of the office just fine, but with a warning there would be pain to come. After a 15 minute drive home, I was limping badly. By the time we got to dinner an hour later I was struggling to put any weight on it.
Dinner was fantastic, btw. Sushi from a little place down the street called Azuki.
After the injection, platelets release special growth factors that lead to tissue healing and repair. It sort of re-creates the injury which causes inflammation and pain.
They said it would hurt… but WOW! I cracked myself out on pain pills and valium and still couldn’t sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Apparently the pain and swelling will get better in another day or so. In 3 months I hope to be good as new. Knock on wood.
Check out my cankle though. It wasn’t swollen at all pre-injection.
Vegas has been so good to me. As I type this she’s in the kitchen making chicken, brussels, and sweet potato for us. She also just delivered a glass of red wine. This is no time for sobriety.
Obviously she thinks cankles are sexy.
For the record, that wasn’t MY bruised ass Wednesday. Ye of little faith…
Have you ever heard of PRP?
Does your spouse take care of you when you’re incapacitated?