Guys! I’m back! Yay!
I did call the doctor about my adductors and he told me to take some NSAIDs and stretch. (He has a thing about stretching. He has recommended it to me on at least three separate occasions.) The regime of pain meds, stretching and no dancing whatsoever was prescribed for two weeks. Nothing really changed, so he finally wrote me a prescription for physio, to which I finally went today, more than 1,5 months after the initial injury.
Basically, it’s not really a strain but an overuse injury, nothing else seems to be out of order in any significant way and my physiotherapist is reasonably confident it is fixable within the nine sessions I’ve been prescribed. I have to wave the modern intensive bye-bye, but I’m willing to do so in order to return to my usual classes again.
While I was in no-dancing limbo, I had to stay away from the blog and unfortunately, all of yours. Anything that reminded me of not being able to dance would send me into a black mood. This injury is particularly frustrating, because nothing is obviously wrong: You can walk around and go about your daily life with barely any discomfort, but any dancing at all is a slow downward spiral into new pain. So I’m sorry I was gone and I’ll do my best to catch up on reading all your entries in the next few days!
I still can’t dance, but physiotherapy gives me a timeline (whether it works out or not) and safe, medically cleared actions to take. The summer break is almost upon us so I won’t even miss that many more classes. I have a couple blog posts prepared from before I left and I’m sure there will be fun stories to tell about physio – so stay tuned!