The reason I mention the distance is because both times I asked for directions here I've got the same response. "Well, it's pretty far. about a mile or so I'd guess." Then I'd explain that I've just walked 222 miles from LA and I'm walking to Boston. "Well I guess one mile won't seem that far to you then". Then we'd share a chuckle.
The hospital staff was very polite and helpful. They were shocked I was walking across the country but very supportive of the cause. When my nurse, Jackie, came in and I explained my pain she said it sounded like, a repetitive use injury. She said x-rays would show nothing and a MRI would be expensive. So her diagnosis : Rest, Ice, Elevate, and Advil. So I'm in my room doing just that.
It looks and feels like I'll be up and going tomorrow but that is still up in the air.
Between the hospital and going to CVS to get Advil I walked about 5 miles today does that come out of the 60 it took to get here?
Another bracelet......
Real quick. It was kinda neat being at the doctors after having gone to E.M.T. classes. I knew my blood pressure was good and all the junk they were doing and what it meant. I even knew most of the questions they were going to ask before they asked them. Thanks Todd, Chris, John and the rest of the staff at SouthCoast Training. I told you I was paying attention. HAHA
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Jesse, just rest and get that ankle feeling better.
You are not in a race except with yourself. You will finish this and you will be fine. One day at a time & one step at a time.
We all love and miss you.
Amelia says "dumb,dumb Jesse"
Hey man, don't worry about it. It takes the body a while to adjust to this sort of thing. I had pains here and there for a few weeks but they all go away. The body is a magnificently ingenious machine, once it realizes it's not getting a break it'll adapt.
Walk on brother.
Listen up dude. This is Ron. I am with you on this. My thoughts are with you, and I'm admiring from afar. Get your kankle better and walk the shit out of America, bro.
Ronski.
On second thought, you know what? This absolutely can not be any harder than that trip with your dad through freaking Vietnam in Dartmouth. When we had to lay your brother in the canoe and drape a tarp over him to keep him from getting stung by bees, and you and I had to swim the damn boat through the leech swamp, and then carry it over some crazy mid river mountain.
Totally easier. Buck up, chum. Run that shit. You got it.
Sometimes slow is faster!
its not a race, slow it up and try to enjoy every little thing along thr way. BTW, i love motrin....lol...;)
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