A wound that took 5 months to heal, and what I learned along the way...

I have told the full "how it happened" story before (and it can be read HERE), but back in November I had my foot run over by a car in Haiti. The journey home was a long one: 40 hours to get back to Vancouver General Hospital. 

The recovery was much slower than I expected (in December I was delusional enough to think I'd be able to compete at the Fort Vancouver Invitational in January) but as is the case with any injury or sickness, you gain a lot along the way—about yourself, about those around you, and about life, in general. 

Here are some of the highlights:

Day #2-3 thought: "Never will I take hydromorphone again!"

It made me absolutely lose my mind—insomnia and paranoia and acute traumatic episodes.

Week #1 thought: "Am I ever lucky to be Canadian!"

I can't say enough about the care I received, first in emergency, and then through Dr. Macadam at VGH. Twice a week, and then later on once a week, Dr. Macadam monitored first the infection and then my wound recovery with care. By the end, all the nurses knew me and I knew them, and it was a pleasant experience seeing them all. They were incredibly efficient and I rarely waited more than five minutes to get in. (Dr. Macadam is a plastic surgeon, and I hear she makes some of the nicest breasts in the country. If I ever start to sag, I will be calling her).

Week #2 thought: "I have such good people in my life."

When you can't walk, let alone grocery shop, it's amazing to have good friends in your life to help you through. From bringing me and cooking me food, to taking me grocery shopping and to doctor's appointments, you made a girl on crutches feel very loved.

Week #3 thought: "Being itchy is agonizing."

Because of an apparent allergy to adhesives, I was Itchy, itchy, so itchy. Many sleepless nights in itch agony this week. The reaction soon spread to my entire body. Solution: Tiger balm! It made the itch burn and burning is great compared to itching.

Week #4 thought: "Wow, I love working out even more than I realized."

Because of the infection, I was still not allowed to get my heartrate up. I couldn't stop myself from doing nothing, but DB shoulder press and glute bridges etc get old fast. Also, now that I was walking again, I discovered that my ankle sprain was by far the worst one I've ever had in my life. Mobility was severly limited.

Week# 6 thought: "Holy shit, I'm out of shape."

I started getting my heartrate up again, but still couldn't squat and somehow I lost 10 lb. and my once strong legs didn't seem all that strong anymore. But I didn't really care because I was so excited to be doing more at the gym again.

Week #10 thought: "It feels so good to get my heart rate up!"

Though it dawned on me that I wouldn't be anywhere near 100 percent for the Open and getting back to Regionals would be unlikely, I was enjoying being at the gym training more than I had since the early days of CrossFit in 2009-2012. Huge thanks to my training buddy Dexter, who showed up (and continues to show up) each morning ready to do whatever is on my agenda that day.

Week # 18 thought: "I made it through the Open. Somehow. I'm proud of myself for even finishing all five workouts."

As someone who has always entered the Open knowing I would make it to Regionals, it really was a different experience this year, and quite challenging to put myself out there in the mediocre shape I was in. So even though I wasn't in conention for Regionals this year, it was still an emotional roller coaster, as always. Thanks to Chris for helping me through my meltdown in week #1, and to Alex Schaalo and Romayne for sharing your own stories about competition and anxiety with me, and just being there each week of the Open. It helped more than you know. I always feel like such a vulnerable duckling during this time of year, and connecting with people really makes me feel alive and well.

Week #20 thought: "So motivated for 2018."

Feels so good to feel the gym love on a daily basis.

Week #22 thought: "I always had ugly feet. Now they're just that much uglier.

Though I don't care all that much, as it's a pretty good place to have a scar, I think I'll get a tattoo. Any ideas for tattoo designs?