My Calf, My Career, Your Career

My Calf, My Career, Your Career A week and a half ago, on Monday night, I was playing a mean game of capture the flag.   Lest you think Im a great athlete, understand I was playing with a bunch of kids, mostly around 8 years old. About 10 minutes into the game I was in jail someone had just set me free and I started sprinting.   There was a kid behind me who started chasing me and I immediately felt like he hit my calf with a baseball bat.   It was one of the most painful things I have ever felt.   I really thought he hit me, intentionally. That night I needed 100% help getting back to my van, and then help getting to my bed.   My wife couldnt help as she had just had a baby (and I was supposed to be the one taking care of her!).   The entire week I rested my leg by not doing too much (compared to what I wanted to do), but I spent the week running errands, doing dishes and laundry, picking up the house etc.   Remember, I was the caregiver. Then, this last Monday my 2 year old decided to get a bowl of chili out of the microwave by herself.   The lid looked like it was secured to the bowl, but it wasnt, and i was afraid she was going to burn herself.   So I lept-hobbled to her rescue, only to RIP my calf again.   This time the pain was worse much worse.   Bad enough to encourage me to actually visit a doctor. As Ive thought about this, heres what Ive come up with: I neglect my physical health. I am in okay shape not too bad.   Nothing like in high school, but hey, I have a different lifestyle than back then :p   I didnt think Id have this type of muscle problem, though, because I work out almost regularly. I had neglected my career health. I had a good job, and did my job good enough.   I was a nice, personable person who trusted the company would take care of me but the pressure came, my career blew out just like my calf did. With my injury, I didnt know what to do. Seriously who reads about muscle tears, unless it happens to them?   I had no idea what to do RICE (rest, Ice, compression, elevation) seems to ridiculously easy it cant really be the solution, can it?   A neighbor gave me two bits of misguided advice: take a hot bath with epson salt (bad move), and move it around the next day dont let it get stale (bad advice).   I followed both bits of advice, because he seemed to be someone who would know. In my job search, I had no idea what to do. I assumed I knew so I did what every job seeker does spend a week to create a resume (that did me no good), and spend hours and hours and hours on job boards and looking online for jobs.   It was a completely misguided strategy. My injury hurt, a lot (still does). During last week, before the second tear, my calf felt like there was a fire ball in it.   Medicine wasnt helping, even the really, really good stuff :p   The pain of sitting, hobbling, hopping it was really quite intense.   And then, with the second tear, OMG it was really amazing.   I answered the question on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt? with 9 or 10.   I hope I never really feel pain beyond this.   Whoda thunk. My job search hurt, a lot. The ego was crushed.   Pride was a thing of the past.   I was glad we didnt have a family dog, or else even the dog would look down on me.     And that was just the beginning as time went on and I didnt find a job, it got worse.   Again, this type of pain is something i dont ever want to feel again, and wish it upon no one (friend or foe). Im sure you have had similiar experiences any other correlations? My Calf, My Career, Your Career A week and a half ago, on Monday night, I was playing a mean game of capture the flag.   Lest you think Im a great athlete, understand I was playing with a bunch of kids, mostly around 8 years old. About 10 minutes into the game I was in jail someone had just set me free and I started sprinting.   There was a kid behind me who started chasing me and I immediately felt like he hit my calf with a baseball bat.   It was one of the most painful things I have ever felt.   I really thought he hit me, intentionally. That night I needed 100% help getting back to my van, and then help getting to my bed.   My wife couldnt help as she had just had a baby (and I was supposed to be the one taking care of her!).   The entire week I rested my leg by not doing too much (compared to what I wanted to do), but I spent the week running errands, doing dishes and laundry, picking up the house etc.   Remember, I was the caregiver. Then, this last Monday my 2 year old decided to get a bowl of chili out of the microwave by herself.   The lid looked like it was secured to the bowl, but it wasnt, and i was afraid she was going to burn herself.   So I lept-hobbled to her rescue, only to RIP my calf again.   This time the pain was worse much worse.   Bad enough to encourage me to actually visit a doctor. As Ive thought about this, heres what Ive come up with: I neglect my physical health. I am in okay shape not too bad.   Nothing like in high school, but hey, I have a different lifestyle than back then :p   I didnt think Id have this type of muscle problem, though, because I work out almost regularly. I had neglected my career health. I had a good job, and did my job good enough.   I was a nice, personable person who trusted the company would take care of me but the pressure came, my career blew out just like my calf did. With my injury, I didnt know what to do. Seriously who reads about muscle tears, unless it happens to them?   I had no idea what to do RICE (rest, Ice, compression, elevation) seems to ridiculously easy it cant really be the solution, can it?   A neighbor gave me two bits of misguided advice: take a hot bath with epson salt (bad move), and move it around the next day dont let it get stale (bad advice).   I followed both bits of advice, because he seemed to be someone who would know. In my job search, I had no idea what to do. I assumed I knew so I did what every job seeker does spend a week to create a resume (that did me no good), and spend hours and hours and hours on job boards and looking online for jobs.   It was a completely misguided strategy. My injury hurt, a lot (still does). During last week, before the second tear, my calf felt like there was a fire ball in it.   Medicine wasnt helping, even the really, really good stuff :p   The pain of sitting, hobbling, hopping it was really quite intense.   And then, with the second tear, OMG it was really amazing.   I answered the question on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt? with 9 or 10.   I hope I never really feel pain beyond this.   Whoda thunk. My job search hurt, a lot. The ego was crushed.   Pride was a thing of the past.   I was glad we didnt have a family dog, or else even the dog would look down on me.     And that was just the beginning as time went on and I didnt find a job, it got worse.   Again, this type of pain is something i dont ever want to feel again, and wish it upon no one (friend or foe). Im sure you have had similiar experiences any other correlations? My Calf, My Career, Your Career A week and a half ago, on Monday night, I was playing a mean game of capture the flag.   Lest you think Im a great athlete, understand I was playing with a bunch of kids, mostly around 8 years old. About 10 minutes into the game I was in jail someone had just set me free and I started sprinting.   There was a kid behind me who started chasing me and I immediately felt like he hit my calf with a baseball bat.   It was one of the most painful things I have ever felt.   I really thought he hit me, intentionally. That night I needed 100% help getting back to my van, and then help getting to my bed.   My wife couldnt help as she had just had a baby (and I was supposed to be the one taking care of her!).   The entire week I rested my leg by not doing too much (compared to what I wanted to do), but I spent the week running errands, doing dishes and laundry, picking up the house etc.   Remember, I was the caregiver. Then, this last Monday my 2 year old decided to get a bowl of chili out of the microwave by herself.   The lid looked like it was secured to the bowl, but it wasnt, and i was afraid she was going to burn herself.   So I lept-hobbled to her rescue, only to RIP my calf again.   This time the pain was worse much worse.   Bad enough to encourage me to actually visit a doctor. As Ive thought about this, heres what Ive come up with: I neglect my physical health. I am in okay shape not too bad.   Nothing like in high school, but hey, I have a different lifestyle than back then :p   I didnt think Id have this type of muscle problem, though, because I work out almost regularly. I had neglected my career health. I had a good job, and did my job good enough.   I was a nice, personable person who trusted the company would take care of me but the pressure came, my career blew out just like my calf did. With my injury, I didnt know what to do. Seriously who reads about muscle tears, unless it happens to them?   I had no idea what to do RICE (rest, Ice, compression, elevation) seems to ridiculously easy it cant really be the solution, can it?   A neighbor gave me two bits of misguided advice: take a hot bath with epson salt (bad move), and move it around the next day dont let it get stale (bad advice).   I followed both bits of advice, because he seemed to be someone who would know. In my job search, I had no idea what to do. I assumed I knew so I did what every job seeker does spend a week to create a resume (that did me no good), and spend hours and hours and hours on job boards and looking online for jobs.   It was a completely misguided strategy. My injury hurt, a lot (still does). During last week, before the second tear, my calf felt like there was a fire ball in it.   Medicine wasnt helping, even the really, really good stuff :p   The pain of sitting, hobbling, hopping it was really quite intense.   And then, with the second tear, OMG it was really amazing.   I answered the question on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt? with 9 or 10.   I hope I never really feel pain beyond this.   Whoda thunk. My job search hurt, a lot. The ego was crushed.   Pride was a thing of the past.   I was glad we didnt have a family dog, or else even the dog would look down on me.     And that was just the beginning as time went on and I didnt find a job, it got worse.   Again, this type of pain is something i dont ever want to feel again, and wish it upon no one (friend or foe). Im sure you have had similiar experiences any other correlations?