Who knew? (A lot of you probably, but not me.)
Already three weeks since the sudden end to my camino and I am still using a crutch to get around. Three weeks!! At first I thought I would be fit to walk again after a couple of days before recognising that my camino was actually over. I was a bit concerned when I visited my GP after a week and was prescribed anti-inflammatories and painkillers to last a further three weeks.
When asking my friend Google how long tendonitis takes to heal the general response is…”The pain of tendonitis can be significant and worsens if damage progresses because of continued use of the joint. Most damage heals in about two to four weeks, but chronic tendinitis can take more than six weeks, often because the sufferer doesn’t give the tendon time to heal.” A lesson for the future there then!
I’m not whingeing (well, maybe a bit!), but I am just totally surprised that it is taking so long to get back to ‘normal’. I shall certainly pay attention to what my body is telling me in future.
listen to your body when it whispers and you won’t have to hear it scream
I’m off to Porto early next week and had assumed that I would be fully recovered by then. It was long planned that I would finish my camino towards the end of May, which happens to be the end of the half-term week in the UK, and therefore flights from popular holiday destinations are very expensive (Malaga is where I normally fly from). A bit of lateral thinking hatched a plan to take a bus from Santiago to Porto and fly to the UK from there to fulfil my childminding obligations whilst my daughter and her husband swan off to Mexico for a week to celebrate his ‘big’ (that’s entirely subjective – it doesn’t seem so big to me!) birthday.
Being unexpectedly in Malaga when my camino should have ended could have been an issue. Except that I can get an Easyjet flight from Malaga to Porto for £17.50, half the cost of the coach fare from Santiago to Porto. So I booked a flight to give me a couple of days in Porto in the deluded anticipation of being fully mobile after four weeks. It could still happen of course, but is seeming more and more unlikely that I will have a “throw away your crutches” moment in the next few days.
So instead of planning to visit all the really interesting places around the city that I missed when I passed through on my second camino from Lisbon (due to rain and lack of time) I am researching if there are any places within easy reach of my hostel – Palacio de Cristal (8 minutes walk), the wine cellars on the other side of the river Duoro (35 minutes, not sure about that one, perhaps a taxi ride). Luckily the weather is due to be mid twenties so if I have to hobble around the gardens of the Palacio de Cristal and spend long hours on a bench reading in the sunshine, I can think of bigger problems. And perhaps I will have to visit Porto for a third time when I am fully recovered.
don’t let your mind bully your body
So hopefully my darling grandchildren will be impeccably behaved whilst I am on duty (perhaps another delusion), but I may not be able to take that ramble I have promised my grandson the day after I arrive.
And before winding up, I want to reiterate that I do write my blog posts with tongue somewhat in cheek. I am totally aware that my minuscule problem doesn’t warrant any sympathy. In the big scheme of things I am so very grateful for general good health in a world where many are struggling with real problems.
Listen to your bodies folks – they know what they’re talking about!