Three Doctors and a Manghihilot

It’s been over a month since I got injured and I still can’t run.  I had a secret test run last Sunday which turned out to be a walk-run interval with over 95% in favor of the walk.  Fine, I’ll just call it a long walk then.  Thank God for friends who walked with me and provided good conversation as distraction, not really from the discomfort of the injury but the frustration within.

I’ve been to three doctors who advised me complete rest from running until the pain fades.  I asked for therapy.  Only one doctor provided a therapy program which I didn’t actually agree with so I stopped seeing him.  Complete rest it is!

Yesterday, I visited a manghihilot who said that the tiny veins in my foot had simply been displaced.  So, she fiddled around with the veins in my foot as if she were Taylor Swift singing an acoustic version of Breathless on her guitar.  My question: So, do you play the guitar? She replied, yes, she used to.  My next question: So, will I be able to run after this? Her reply: Yes.  I almost hugged her as any crazed fan would!

Will it work?  I hope so.  I’ll find out in my second test run this weekend.  If not, let me figure out what desperate move I’ll think of next.