REAL TALK #FBF
Exactly 11 weeks ago, I injured myself during the show- fracturing the cuboid in my right foot, sprained a handful of ligaments, and messed my ankle pretty good- ALL forcing me to sit on the bench for a few weeks. Missed 8 shows. Played the “what if’s” game in my head hundreds of times. Then finally, I accepted it.
For all my fellow dancers, movers, shakers...getting hurt is terrifying. We don’t talk about it. We pretend the possibility is impossible because this is our livelihood. It pays our bills. But more than anything, it fills our soul cup. So, what happens when it happens?
This time I got lucky. I was surrounded by the best team a girl could ask for. My tour management team got me an X-ray within the hour, our promoter got me an MRI the next morning and access to an all-star doctor the very next day, our touring Physical Therapist was there to organize a consistent, diligent, RELENTLESS active recovery routine, my boss told me to take my time healing, and the tour team of dancers, wardrobe and crew all helped create a show that could exist with me on the sidelines while I got better. All these things aligned and I was able to return to my job in 2.5 weeks.
That’s fast. Hard work. Team work. And Permission to not work made my return faster than it should have been.
I guess I am sharing all of this because everything takes a village. It is okay to ask for help. And know that things do get better...and sometimes, a mere 11 weeks later, what feels like the worst thing, is just a small thing that happened that one time (except all the extra strengthening exercises I have to do everyday). *Hit me up if you need advice on ankle recovery. @drdavept has it pretty dialed in