How can you ever trust someone once they’ve betrayed you in the worst possible way?
I’m sure a lot of people have wondered that, for a myriad of extremely personal reasons. And sometimes we learn to trust again, slowly, gingerly, allowing that person back in, and sometimes we have to cut that person out of our lives entirely. Just depends on the situation, I suppose.
But what happens when that someone is yourself? What happens when you’re trying to learn how to trust your own body again? How does one go about doing that, knowing that, even if you want to, or feel like it’s for the best, you can’t just cut your losses and walk away? It’s just not an option.
I broke my foot a few weeks ago. I was running, and to be quite frank, I don’t know exactly how I did it, but according to the x rays that I saw with my own eyes, the bone behind my second toe on my right foot is broken clean through. In the early days, it hurt a LOT. Like a whole ton. Walking on it – at least properly – was not an option. The days passed, and slowly it started hurting a little less. I gingerly attempted to put some weight on it a few times, but generally ended up putting my cast (it’s just a walking boot) back on.
It’s been almost four weeks now – four weeks tomorrow since it broke, four weeks Wednesday since I went to the doctor and got the cast (the story of the days between that another time). The doc told me to come back in 2 to 4 weeks for a check up, so I’ll go in tomorrow after work and see what he says.
Today, though, I woke up and left my boot off for a few hours. At one point I even considered going for a run – mostly because I’m too lazy to drive to the gym but I still want to get some exercise in. But all too soon, I realized a few things:
a) I’m still limping, because I’m still scared of the pain that I might feel if I don’t,
b) Even if it doesn’t hurt when I force myself to walk properly, I’m still expecting it to, and
c) If it’s not entirely healed, I would probably do some serious damage by running on it too soon.
But let’s focus on a and b, shall we, and get to the point of this story.
I don’t trust my foot to hold my body weight without hurting me. Much the same way I don’t trust my body to not develop some cancer cells, regardless of how well I treat it. It’s not a constant worry, but I’m certainly relieved to know that I’ll be receiving CT scans every six months for the next two years to make sure that my body hasn’t betrayed me again.
If my body was a person, I really think I probably would’ve cut my losses and moved on. Only occasionally thought about it, less and less as the time went on. Eventually I would’ve realized that I was okay without this person who betrayed me so terribly. But I live in my body and I can’t trade it in for a new one, so I’ll never be ‘ok’ without this person who betrayed me in the worst way possible. My body tried to kill me. It literally tried to fucking kill me.
But because my options are limited, I’ve decided to keep trying to treat my body the way I wish it would treat me. I eat well. I exercise 3 – 5 times a week. (Even with the boot – I’ve just been forced to switch to upper body weight training instead of running, which is a shame, but it’s temporary.) I try to get enough sleep, and I try not to stress out too much. (That’s a daily battle, because my anxiety still rears it’s ugly head far more often than I’d like.)
I guess the point of this is – it’s hard to learn to trust yourself and your body again, but I hope that eventually I will. Maybe two years of clean scans is what I need to finally put this behind me. Unfortunately, I can’t fast forward two years, so until we hit June 2017, I guess I’ll just keep trying to be nice to my body and hope it reciprocates.
I need to learn how to walk properly again – both on my foot, and with the rest of my body.