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The diagnosis: planter fasciitis. The treatment: ibuprofen, ice, vicodin, severe pain until my appointment with a podiatrist on the bloody 21st (because he's on vacation). Grr.
I've been limping through the world since March, when I first injured my foot shopping for Jeanette. My primary care physician gave me exercises to do and suggested that I ice my foot 2-3 times a day. I did those things, and just when I thought my foot was getting better, this past Saturday, I was walking briskly down Centre St. trying to save Jeanette's birthday when I heard a kind of crackling pop in my foot. After the sound of rice krispees came from my foot, I could barely stand on it, let alone walk.
After a trip to the ER that spanned Jeanette's entire birthday evening, I was given crutches and a not-so-attractive cast shoe and a bottle of pain killers.
After a trip to my primary care physician on Monday morning, I traded my crutches for a cane and a fancier cast shoe.
Now, I'm still in pain, but I have the same cane as House, M.D., and I'm becoming quite the maverick with it. There's something to be said for that.
Also, Jeanette is, indeed, amazing. I have all the ice, epsom salt, and ice cream treats a person could wish for, not to mention love.
If the pain would go away, I'd be happy little bugger. Now, to a very late dinner.
I've been limping through the world since March, when I first injured my foot shopping for Jeanette. My primary care physician gave me exercises to do and suggested that I ice my foot 2-3 times a day. I did those things, and just when I thought my foot was getting better, this past Saturday, I was walking briskly down Centre St. trying to save Jeanette's birthday when I heard a kind of crackling pop in my foot. After the sound of rice krispees came from my foot, I could barely stand on it, let alone walk.
After a trip to the ER that spanned Jeanette's entire birthday evening, I was given crutches and a not-so-attractive cast shoe and a bottle of pain killers.
After a trip to my primary care physician on Monday morning, I traded my crutches for a cane and a fancier cast shoe.
Now, I'm still in pain, but I have the same cane as House, M.D., and I'm becoming quite the maverick with it. There's something to be said for that.
Also, Jeanette is, indeed, amazing. I have all the ice, epsom salt, and ice cream treats a person could wish for, not to mention love.
If the pain would go away, I'd be happy little bugger. Now, to a very late dinner.