i'm a crybaby

I got a call from my doctor's office on my way home from work.  The results of my x-ray finally showed up, and they called to tell me that everything is perfectly fine.  There's no evidence of swelling, no lesions or contusions or whatever the right terms are, no evidence of any trauma of any kind.  I should be skipping along merrily.  Naturally the woman on the other end of the line was as shocked as could be when I informed her that I was, in fact, still in a great deal of pain.  She even asked if I was sure.

So obviously I'm a big pussy, because my right leg still hurts like a motherfucker.  And I can still barely walk.  Fortunately, I'll have a pair of crutches tomorrow to help me rest my ankle more thoroughly.  I was supposed to have a pair today, but my co-worker somehow forgot between nine o'clock last night and this morning that she was supposed to bring them in.  I was, naturally, pleased as punch with that little nugget of information.

Sorry.  I'm a little salty today.  I wish I was anxious about a ten mile run this weekend, instead of being anxious about whether or not my window for realistically training for a marathon this year is rapidly closing.  On the upside, I'm not disappointed any more.  Now I'm just pissed off.