My first crutch (AKA: snow sliding)

Four soaks of Zheng Gu Tui Na later, I'm back to the acupuncturist. I hopped onto the table and slid off my boot to show the alternative medicined healer my faulty limb. My jaw dropped as Dr. Church and I looked at my foot and then at one another. My foot and ankle looked even worse than they had when I woke up that morning. My face was in utter shock and his in horror. When Dr. Church's gaze met mine he politely changed his expression from, "holy crap" to a softer, "it's not as bad as it looks." He then proceeded to tell me, "It's not as bad as it looks." Right. Didn't see that one coming.

The whole underside of my foot plus my toes and toenails were bright yellow. The rest of my inflamed foot and ankle flesh were covered in blue and purple bruises. I asked, "So you absolutely don't see the possiblity of a fracture?" Dr. Church disagreed and said that it was possible. Well, at least then I could admit to him that I gave into the pressure of our society and contacted a Westernized health care professional that morning. My mother freaked me out only hours earlier when she said I should see a podiatrist to make sure I didn't end up with a deformity. Deformity? Um, no thanks. So I had hung up with my mother, promptly called the podiatrist and scheduled a 4:45 appointment for that day. I told this to Dr. Church and he attested that it was an intelligent move. Well if the Eastern doc was validating the Western doc, then podiatry it was!

The acupuncture alleviated much of the pressure. That is, until only two hours later I stubbed my toe on the toolbox while hobbling through the kitchen and an excruciating pain was sent from my outer right foot, up the side of my leg. Stiffness and pissed-offness ensued.

After waiting an hour to see my podiatrist, she acknowledged me and then my "traumatized foot" (her words). She showed me the fracture on the x-ray. I burst into tears. She was sweet and felt horrible, as I was crying like a lost child, and proceeded to make lots of jokes to get me to smile.

Dr. Ameilo told me that I was to get more, "extra special" x-rays in two days. These more gifted x-rays would give a more detailed look at my ankle fracture and access the presence or lack of a fracture in my right foot as well. Geez, all this from 20 minutes of ice play! The next day I will go to her office again with these holy x-rays and we will discuss surgery. Yes, surgery!

Dr. Ameilo puts a soft cast on my leg and gives me the crutches. Although, I am a natural dancer and dedicated yogi, getting the hang of these crutches was not easy. Lets not forget that its snowing outside, so essentially I'm sliding in the snow on the crutches trying to inhale and exhale to make it the block and a half home. 

See, the problem is that I didn't know I was going to be leaving the doctor's in crutches so I had my oversized shoulder bag with me. Incase there is any wonder, "No, shoulder bags and crutches do not work together...especially in the snow!" I had to stop every three or four hops to adjust the freaking shoulder bag which was pushing the right crutch forward from underneath my arm. "Ugh!" 

Some people on the street stopped to ask if I was okay because apparently I looked like I was struggling. This makes me sad and want to cry; "wow, do I really look that pitiful?" 

Other people on the street totally ignored me and didn't offer help; this makes me want to kill them, "wow, are you that much of a heartless jerk!" : )   

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Today is a new day and I've gotten a little more adapted to the crutches. They are actually kind of fun. I like propelling myself forward and landing gracefully. I can even choose how far I wish to propel myself and how high I would like to go. Going really far forward and really high is like flying, which was not recommended by the podiatrist, but is sooooo gratifying. They provide a pretty good workout too! This is the new vinyasa.

It is what it is

Cheers to Asana:

Sanskrit is an ancient Indian language--the language in which the healing science/spiritual practice of yoga is written. "Yoga" is a sanskrit word which literally means "yoking," or bringing together. Another way of saying this would be union. Yoga is the union between mind, body and soul. It is the union between all beings, places, things and points of time. It is really the union between any two or multiple things that you could possibly think of. Through this yoking we can say that "We are one," or "We are all one."

Now, what is Asana? Asana is a sanskrit word meaning "posture" or "seat." In most parts of the world, America not included, yoga is characterized more by the spiritual practice--the meditation, chanting and studying of the scriptures--than the physical practice. When one mediates or studies, one takes a seat. This seat can symbolize the connection to the earth or the yoking/union of the earth and our own nature.

In the West, when the average person thinks of yoga, this person thinks of exercise or being in a super hot room (Bikram yoga). Yoga can be thought of as exercise, but it is exercise for the purpose of union with something; hopefully that "something" is more than a toned bum or six-pack abs. Those are possible benefits of the physicality of yoga but yoga is much more than that. 

So, this physical style of yoga is what we call asana in the US. Remember that asana means "posture." These different postures are the shapes we bring our body into during a yoga class. As stated before, however, asana also means "seat," what we take to meditate. So the connection or union here is that while moving through these postures, or shapes, in yoga class we can be in the same peaceful state of mind that we would while taking that meditative seat. This is why although yoga could be called "exercise with a purpose," it is more accurately described as "yoga." Yoga is it's own unique modality. It doesn't need to be categorized. It is what it is! :)  

Creatively carving the fibula

So a spiral fracture is what occurs when a bone twists apart. Apparently I have two of them. Two of them in my right fibula. The part of the fibula near the ankle. I saw the x-rays. They are actually quite pretty and artistically achieved, these fractures. Two perfect spirals one several beats above the other. Well at least I know how to injure myself in an artistically achieved, aesthetically pleasing way; seems about right for a former ballerina. I'm sure my teachers would be proud. If you're going to screw up do it full heartedly and with a smile attached for effect. 

What's next? Let's see...the morning of Christmas Eve Dan and I will be merrily skipping over to the orthopedic surgeons office, x-rays in hand, and Dr. Scissorhands will decide if he feels surgery is best or not. Yay, an early Christmas present for me. 

The podiatrist said that that the fractures were in good alignment, meaning that the surgeon may say nay to the surgery. Believe it or not, I'd rather have the surgery. I would feel more mentally eased having the surgery with less fear of re-injuring the ankle once the cast comes off. I used to teach and practice yoga everyday and when I slowly ease back into that lifestyle I'd rather do it without the fear of crashing to the ground, gripping my leg and screaming in pain b/c I felt a pop, twist, or snap.

Asanas one can do with a creatively carved fibula

So in a previous post I discussed "what is asana?"and answered that asana is an ancient Indian word we use in yoga to describe a specific pose or shape of the body, or the practice of coming into these poses. In a later post I spoke of my fibula as an artistic template for imaginative design.

Now, I will refer to which asana's (yoga poses) one can do with a broken leg! How exciting will this be! You see, while numerous yoga poses require placing weight on both legs and feet, there are still a ton of poses that only require standing on one leg (the good one) or no legs at all! As I refuse to ditch stretching alltogether during the month and a half to two months that my right fibula will be out of order, I will go over a couple of my favorite poses that those with a broken bottom limb, like myself, can still accomplish.

*the English name for the word will be given first and the sanksrit term will be alloted for in the parentheses that follow*
*these poses are more specifically for someone with a broken fibula. If you have a different dis-engaged limb please just read for fun and don't do something that will obviously further your injury. and of course contact your doctor blah blah blah before attempting these poses. Namaste*

One. Tree pose (vrksasana): standing on your good leg with all five toes pointing foward, keep the good leg straight. Proceed to lift the bum leg up bending the knee. Turn the knee of the bum leg out to the side and place the foot of the bum leg at the ankle, calf, or inner thigh of the good leg. Bring your hands to your heart. Enjoy fully breathing in and fully breathing out.


Two. Full Cobra (Bhujangasana): *this pose should only be done once your back is nice and warm, and I don't mean artificial heat-heating pad warm, I mean a little light work-out warm. Got me!?* Lay on your stomach with your legs about shoulder-width apart or even a tad wider if necessary. The tops of your feet should be resting into the ground, so your feet are basically pointed without doing any work. The hip bones should be pointing towards the floor so your legs are not turned in nor out. Bring your hands under your shoulders, while pressing your palms flat into the ground and spreading your fingers wide with your middle finger pointing straight forward. The elbows are bending straight up and not out to the side. With your chest and forehead still on the ground take a big breath in and as you breathe out fully press your palms into the ground and extend your spine long out of the hips. Breathe in once more and this time as you breathe out slowly elevate the chest and head off the floor. Keep the tops of your feet presssing into the ground. And keep lifting the chest until your hip bones are about to lift. You want your hip bones to stay connected to the floor for this one, so the flexibility of your back will determine how high your chest elevates. If you are able to straighten the elbows without scrunching the lower back then let the elbows straighten into the arms. Take several deep breaths in and out and then lower your body very slowly on the exhalation, allowing the elbows to bend more and more until the chest and forehead have returned to the floor.

Dr. I Don't Give a Damn says I don't need surgery

So it currently stands that I will not need surgery! Woo hoo! I am very excited....

So Dan and I went to the orthopedic surgeon's office on Christmas Eve morning. First of all it was packed and all the visitors, after providing insurance information and filling out the appropriate paperwork were lined up for x-rays. And, yes, I do quite literally mean lined-up! The door of the x-ray room was left wide open so that I was totally able to see the x-ray sessions of those in line in front of me. But it might as well have been this way, because this doctor was totally impersonal! In and out, in and out, he sent each visitor as if he was the uninvolved cashier at Whole Foods who would rather be anywhere else. Bagging our groceries and then sending us on our way as quickly as possible so the next visitor could sequentially give him his or her hard-earned money and then be shooed off in the same manner.

So, naturally my time with the doctor was approximately three minutes. During these 180 seconds that I was worthy, he tells me to stay off the leg for three weeks and start walking in the walking cast at the beginning of the fourth week. Then I am to come back to see him again, so I can give him more of my money and he can give me another 180 seconds to tell me how it's healed and whether or not I need physical therapy. Merry Christmas to you too Dr. I Don't Give a Damn.

I'm beyond irritated when we leave the office. I talk to my father in the car on the way back to Dan's and he reassures me that many doctors, especially surgeons, are not sympathetic like the more holistic health care professionals I am accustomed to working with. My dad, a doctor himself, explains that a surgeon's brain may be inclined to function like a mechanic's brain. "How can I fix this? What do I need to do?" Not, "How is she feeling inside? How can I be sensitive to her emotions during this uneasy time of physical disabledness?" So, just because this man had the social know-how of a tangerine doesn't mean he is not good at what he does and didn't give a proper assessment.

Okay, okay. My dad always has to be the rational one!

Well, this information did ease me slightly and once I got to thinking about the true outcome of my visit: I can walk in three weeks (meaning I can go back to teaching again in three weeks) I started to feel very happy and thankful.

So if all goes well, in three short weeks my one-footed hop will be back to a limp. And if all goes even better, a week later my limp will develop into a slow walk. And before I know it I'll be practicing again, beyond the realm of asanas one can do with a creatively carved fibula.

So Dr. I Don't Give a Damn, although his approach was perfunctory to say the least, perhaps without effort, gave me the news I needed to find peace of mind and enjoy my holiday. Now, that's yoga: moving forward with grace.

"Acupuncture, Lymph Drainage and Leeches oh my!"

Okay, so it has been made clear in earlier posts that I am a fan of Eastern Medicine, especially acupuncture. As time passed and New Year's approached I had been in my cast and off of my injured leg for two weeks and two days. My swelling however, had not gone down. Okay, let me take that back. My ankle swelling had gone down, thankfully, but the top of my foot was oddly very persistent upon keeping it's bloat. Well, better to have a bloated foot than a bloated other part, I guess. 

I was just so ready to walk and I had this idea in my head that, even though I thought Dr. I Don't Give a Damn was crazy when he first said it, I would walk by Tuesday, January the 6th. On this date I would have been in the cast and off my injured leg for three weeks. With only five days left to make a miracle happen I started e-mailing friends and googling like I've never googled before.  How would I get this blood puddle out of my foot and get myself in walking shape by Tuesday?

1) Lymph Drainage: this is actually a massage technique that is performed by a lymphatic drainage therapist.  When toxins creep into the lymph nodes swelling occurs. However, this somewhat passive, gentle, massage technique promotes a healthy lymphatic system by removing lymph blockages, and encouraging a free flowing lymphatic system. In a free flowing and healthy system, toxins are removed from cells and germ-fighting agents are delivered to cells that are infected with a virus.     

This sounds like a great idea but will it have me walking by Tuesday? Now that I have my mind set on doing the impossible, on something that I would advise anyone I love not to do, I feel like I have to work my own miracle and bust a move in five days!

It also turns out that it's a little pricy. I am after all a yoga teacher, and a non-working yoga teacher at that.

2) Leeches: this is funny because when I was first talking with Dan about the acupuncturist's said "blood sucking" method Dan said something like, "Why don't you just get leeches." Of course, he was being sarcastic, but my roommate actually said that I should try it, for real!  She warned me, nonetheless that I should look into getting my own, because some treatment centers in New York City charge some craziness like $600 per leech! Are you serious!?

I was intrigued enough to do some googling and here is what I found: (a) leeches are actually much more costly than a lymph drainage therapy session and I'm assuming the results are more instantaneous. Turns out that leeches go for about eight bucks a pop or even 7 bucks a leech if you buy them in bulk. A bulk purchase: that must be a lot of swellin goin on! Even better, turns out you can keep them in a fish-tank like jar for up to a year (which is their average life span) and simply change their water every three to six days. They don't even eat! Now that's a useful pet worth keeping around just incase. (b) Demi Moore now swears by leech therapy as a beauty secret to keep her skin glowing and youthful and detoxify her blood, promoting energy. Well if Demi, then me?

3) When all is said and done I'm sticking to my number one. Acupuncture is for me. Although, next time I have a horrible cold I may consider throwing some dough towards lymph drainage massage. And who knows, in about twenty years if I'm feeling my looks are diminishing perhaps a leech sucking session is in my future. For now, play me some chinese singing bowl CD's, lay me down, and poke me with some needles. :*

Wine Intermission....

My wiNe reView foR tHe weEk oF January 4, 2008

So this one is an Old Vine California Red Zinfandel of 2006 by Bogle Vinyards. It has a deep rich taste and a perfect balance of fruit and strength. Here is how the makers describe it:

        The old-head trained vines are unique because they produce a smaller crop of fruit that is unusually rich and concentrated. A wine that gifts intense blackberry, black cherry, and raspberry flavors, wrapped in a smooth blanket of vanilla and oak.

This one went perfectly with my leftovers from last night's dinner outing to Bamiyan, a delicious Afghani Restaurant at 26th st. and third avenue. I really like Bamiyan; it has a laid back atmosphere and optional floor seating, if you prefer a more authentic type situation. Their wine selection is limited, but eat you leftovers with a glass of Bogle Red Zin and you are good to go!