So it’s been a medical week. I only had two appointments, but that’s more than usual for me. Last Saturday I got some new eyeballs. I was having trouble with dry eyes, especially at work so he gave me a trial pair of Acuvue Oasys. Problem solved, I’m loving these things. Then on Monday, I went to see my family doctor for the first time in two years. She didn’t yell at me like I thought she would. So after sitting there chatting for over half an hour (have I mentioned how much I LOVE my doctor?), she decided to do a full panel of blood work. She also wants me to do a sleep study, thinking I might have sleep apnea. I have to tell you, though… I don’t think I’m the one with the problem. John says I snore very little, on the rare occasion. He, however… like a freaking freight train. Every night, it wakes me up at least three times. Hence the never getting into full REM mode. I’m constantly wiped out, constantly. Anyway, so she tested me for thyroid problems, diabetes, arthritis (which I thought was odd, but I guess because I mentioned I’m always achy), and a host of other things. Eight vials of blood. And then I had to go to work, drained and feeling crappy. I made it to 4:30 and said I’m out guys, sorry. I promptly came home and crashed for four hours. The results should be back by tomorrow.

The other thing, which I wasn’t so sure about, was putting me back on an anti-depressant. I’m torn between knowing that maybe I need it again, and not wanting to have to depend on a pill to be happy. I realize it’s not that simple, that’s it a chemical thing and hey, if it helps right? I just have a not-so-stellar track record with one of them that scared me half to death (Zoloft was bad news for me). I did some research of my own before the appointment on some different drugs just in case she suggested it, and Cymbalta sounded like the best one. And that’s the one she suggested right off the bat. I’m only on day four of the trial pack, so we’ll see what happens.

So I’m off today, and I have big plans. Ha. What’s the excitement? Unpacking the rest of my computer room and getting it organized woohoo. I’m finally going to bring my new IKEA desk in here and put it to use. The sun’s out, John is working tonight and I have the house to myself. It’s a good day.

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.

Looking over some of my past entries, I realized that I am definitely not skilled with the “short and sweet.” 

Anyway. My appointment with the podiatrist went well yesterday. If you couldn’t tell by my title, I learned some new words yesterday. I was nervous because people told me I’d either love him or hate him. Thankfully, he’s really cool. My primary physician sent my X-rays over last week in preparation of this appointment, so the podiatrist didn’t need to do any. Final diagnosis: very small stress fracture, severe plantar fasciitis, and heel spur syndrome. I don’t need to have the bone scan unless the treatment plan he gave me doesn’t work. I thought for sure he’d give me one of those walking cast things, but apparently I don’t need it because the bone is healing itself and the site is too small for a cast to do anything. So the plan is, do the stretches they gave me three times a day, get a better pair of shoes for work, keep taking the ketoprofen and don’t do any heavy walking for about a month. Which means that John is going to have to walk Leo on his own for a while. Which in turn means I will have a very hyper and unhappy dog on my hands because John is lazy. Several trips a week to the dog park will help, as long as the heat isn’t too bad and there are actually people there. Leo will get his exercise and I don’t have to walk too much. He’ll get his exercise one or another, even if I have to hire a dog walker for a while.

So my vacation starts this Friday, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for some time off. We head up to Dublin for the Irish Festival next Friday for a weekend of beer, food, music, beer, more food and did I mention beer? Heh. I was concerned because Coffman Park is huge and we do alot of walking on that trip every year, but there are tons of places to sit so I’ll just have to take it easy. I’m also going to try to get as many pictures as possible, because I’m seriously lacking in photographic memories and I’d like to start using my scrapbooking supplies. Can’t do that without pictures, though! Well it’s almost 10am and I should be cleaning and doing some other stuff before work. Happy Wednesday!