Little bit of a backstory…

About a year ago, I started having trouble with my feet. It was really just your typical, retail-manager-on-my-feet-all-day kind of trouble. I chalked it up to working on concrete floors for 12 years, being a little overweight, etc. I noticed that when I got up in the morning, it would hurt like hell to take that first step out of bed. When I took a break at work, or sat for any period of time, the first step up would be horrible. I stumbled around like I was ninety (and continue to do so). I let it go, as I’m prone to do. About three months ago, my right foot started hurting much more than the left. I noticed a deep, sometimes burning pain in my heel that eventually moved to the middle of my foot, as well as the outside. People started telling me I had heel spurs, or plantar faciitis. I kept telling myself yeah I’ll go to the doctor. You know how that goes.

Fast forward to three weeks ago. I got off work one night and my feet were just screaming. When I got home I begged John to rub them for me, and he did like always (aww, I know). When he squeezed the middle of my right foot, I literally came up off the couch and yelled like someone just threw hot water on me. He told me if I didn’t call the doctor he would never let me go to Starbucks again (and still, I put it off). I finally had enough over the weekend, after limping around for two days at work on the closing shift, and called a podiatrist yesterday. Well, actually, I called THREE podiatrists yesterday. The earliest someone could get me in is ten days from now. So I made the appointment, but went to work today and couldn’t take it anymore. I knew my family doctor could get me in right away so I called her, and sure enough, they got me in at 1:30 (which meant I got to leave work early yay!). She felt my foot, did the “does this hurt? how about now?” thing, and said I most likely have plantar faciitis but to be sure it’s not something more she sent me down the hall for an X-ray.

So yeah, guess who has a stress fracture? Damn it Jim! Oh yeah, there was also this nasty pointy thing on the X-ray that is supposedly a heel spur. Anyway, she gave me medrol and orudis (both an anti-imflammatory) and some stretches to do, and also ordered a bone scan. Yay! She told me to keep the appt with the podiatrist and he might give me one of the boots to wear depending on what he finds. Good Lord. I wonder how long I’ve been walking around with this? I didn’t fall or injure my foot that I can remember. My dumb ass probably stepped off a ladder wrong or walked off a step wrong and didn’t even notice it. Who knows. All I know is, ice is my friend and my feet are really chilly. Brrrr.

Oh yeah, and today is my 13 year anniversary at The Job. Woohoo.