“Truly I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the contributors to the treasury;
for they all put in out of their surplus, but she, out of her poverty,
put in all she owned, all she had to live on.”
I started jogging in a really low-grade way a while ago, spurred on by the mysterious appearance of a chubby ring around my belly as well as by a comment from a visitor to the Lady’s Bible Study last year: “I’ll never get flappy arms!” I only have an eight-year-old pair of Brooks Beasts, but they didn’t hurt my feet or knees, so I figured they worked fine. Then my foot started getting rubbed, and then I found bloodstains on my socks – which is too hardcore for me. But then, on top of that, my foot started hurting every time I walked around in shoes. Not just a little bit; it hurt in a way that made me want to cry and hop on my good foot, or better yet sit and watch Star Trek episodes with my feet up.
So I went to Health Services. They have a rather low reputation among people I know, but I figured perhaps they could help. A male doctor, one I had never met before mainly because I only go to the doctor once a year for pap smears (be thankful if you aren’t sure what that is), looked at my foot. He diagnosed it as overuse, and told me to stop all foot-involved activity until it didn’t hurt at all. Then to ramp up slowly. He also wrapped it in an Ace bandage and prescribed ibuprofen, which I dislike. The Ace bandage is hot and doesn’t stop my foot from hurting, but he said it provides support. Okay. But how am I supposed to stop foot-related activity? Does he expect me to stop walking around entirely?
Clearly I must either (a) Master self-levitation; or (b) Develop a domineering personality that allows me to bend peons to my will.
Oh! Oh! Oh! One other great thing happened – I got my Sufficiency credit! That means I successfully aced two of the three projects, with the final A essentially in my pocket – not to count chickens, of course. Still, after a year of harrassing, I think I have put in more work than the average Suff student does on his project.
4 thoughts on “A Footful of Problems”
Hey Katie, what part of your foot is hurting, exactly? I ask because I have had foot pain on and off for years, and if the pain is in the part of your arch near your heel, specifically, you might have the same problem I do and I’d be more than happy to tell you AAAALLLLL about it.
This happens when you get old — you want to tell everybody your health problems in excrutiating detail. 😉
It’s on the left side of my left foot. I don’t know the technical terms or anything, but it hurts right where the pad of my heel meets the slenderer part (not the arch of my foot). It’s kind of hard to describe, although I could point to it OK.
I didn’t run Friday or today, and I haven’t worn my ancient shoes either. What do you know? It still hurts, but it’s not agonizing or anything.
Hm. That might not be the same thing, although it’s close enough that it still could be. Does it hurt or feel really stiff first thing in the morning?
Google “Plantar fasciitis” some time and see if it sounds like what you’ve got. I got mine flamenco dancing.
Ohhh yeah! My mom got that. It was awful for her.
My foot’s good now though.