Here is how today was supposed to go: see foot doctor, let him hem haw around and tell me to come back in 4 weeks, go for a 4 mile run, and then clean the house. Seems simple enough, no? Not exactly and I’m a little upset about it.
Here is how the conversation went at the doctors office:
Doctor: “How’s the feet doing?”
Me: “I’d like to cut my left foot off my leg.”
Doctor: “Oh…well lets stick a really big needle in your heel and poke it around for awhile with some steroids.”
Me: “I guess that’s better than cutting my foot off.”
This is the reenactment of the face I made while the doctor stabbed me with a really big needle.
Long story short, I let him inject my heel today with a steroid in hopes to decrease the swelling and inflammation in hopes that the plantar fasciitis can heel properly. Of course this interrupted my plan of running today. I was ordered home to put my foot up for the rest of the day. I’m also not quite clear when I can actually run again. But if I know me I won't do half of what I am supposed to do and probably end up hurting myself more. It’s my curse in life to know what I am supposed to do but not really do it, at least when it comes to my health.
Well they are…
So I’m catching up on the DVR today and “resting” the foot. I just pray that it gets better. Or else I’m going to look funny running with a stump.
What would you do if you suddenly found you had some extra lounging time on your hands?
I hope your foot heels in time for the mini because if I signed up for that thing and you don't run it with me I will break your good foot.
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