The Waiting Game

Last Wednesday, I took a spill on the 8-step Mohawk pattern in Silver Moves. Neither Coach J or I could figure out what happened, but it was a pretty darn hard fall. I got up, however, and continued to skate, feeling sore, but otherwise alright.

Friday I went to the rink for my dance lesson with Coach C. I was putting on my skates and suddenly got this piercing sharp pain in my left hip. I thought, "Well, that was weird." I started putting on my skates and the pain continued and grew worse. My best skating buddy came off the ice to say "Hi" and I told her about the pain. We discussed some of the possibilities of what it might be. I felt better after speaking with her and even had my dance lesson. But, instead of skating for my planned two hours, I got off the ice after my dance lesson and sat in the stands baby sitting one of my skating friend's 3-month old baby, William, so she could skate without worry. It was a great treat for me to hold him for an entire hour. He is such a sweet baby and he was so warm. My maternal instincts - which are usually well hidden - really emerged.

When I left the rink for home, the pain was still there. I took an Aleve and went to nap as soon as I arrived home. Dear Husband is on vacation, so it was a little difficult to "hide" this injury from him. Upon arising, the pain was still present and had gotten worse, making it very difficult to walk with wincing. During the night, every time I turned over, the pain was really sharp and it kept me awake most of the night.

I got up this morning hoping that this was just a passing thing. No such luck. So, DH and I spent the morning at an urgent care center (why do these things happen when your doctor's office is closed?). The good news is that nothing is broken - like my hip. Yes! Very good news indeed. I have to have x-rays done on Monday before we leave for our mountain vacation. The doc said no skating for a week. Well, I couldn't skate if I wanted to, because of the pain. I may be stubborn beyond belief, but I am not stupid. I will follow doctor's order.

As we left the facility, DH turned to me and said, "You now have had two doctors tell you what a risky sport skating is for a person like you. What are you waiting for, a second opinion?" Everyone wants to be a comedian.

So now it's a waiting game to find out what the problem is. I am praying it's nothing serious.