MidwestRoadie wrote:
I tore an adductor while running (at least that's what I'm told it was), technically the night before running when I was stepping into Pet Smart and one foot slid forward on their soaking wet tile floor, causing me to quickly do the splits (newsflash: I cannot do the splits without being forced into it), then destroyed it the next morning while out on a run. Didn't know what was going on, couldn't bear any weight, went to urgent care, where they couldn't figure it out, sent me with painkillers and a visit to my doc 2 days later. First time seeing the new doc I was assigned to. Big, big, big dude, not a picture of health. He flat out told me I wouldn't have injured myself if I wasn't running, so I shouldn't ever run. Never went back to see him, booked myself an appointment with a sports PT, and was back up and running 8 weeks later at a faster pace than when I'd been injured.
The worst health advice came from a pastor, though. I was experiencing wicked, debilitating depression, but came from a background that marginalized mental health issues as spiritual problems and dismissed real counseling. The pastor was a good guy, not that type, but was totally unequipped to be a counselor.
He told me to pray more, echoing the same things I heard from my fundamentalist community. Fuck that. Fortunately I broke out of that and sought real help shortly afterward when things got even worse and friends helped push me toward counseling.
About six years ago I left my job of 16 years to work as an insurance adjuster and to grow my software business. The first two years were really tough on my wife and I as finances were very tight. She would call her mom just needing to talk, and her mom would always tell her the same thing - "You need to get back into church and pray about it". It got to where my wife didn't want to talk to her anymore.
One evening I called my mom-in-law and told her that she was pushing her daughter away and that she needed to quit giving the same advice and just listen. She said "While we're at it. We need to talk about why you're not in church". I said "No. That is my decision and I don't owe you any explanation".
To her credit, she did listen and she and my wife were able to talk once again. Fortunately our financial situation improved significantly and my wife doesn't have to worry about that anymore. Now, she only needs to worry about someone recognizing me in that footage from the bank. :)