So this week has been busy, per usual, and I have been slowly letting things build up around here. Not so good for the morale.
With a special guest coming this weekend, and Andrew’s birthday party Saturday, I knew I had to get some things together before the weekend. So today, I emailed my eye doctor (I’ve been having contact-issues) AND I went to the podiatrist (who told me I need to do physical therapy for my big ole flippers.) My eye doctor told me how to fix the issue, and my physical therapy — something I never knew could help — starts Tuesday. For those of you who don’t know me that well, you might not know that I have plantar faciitis — aka no arches, and thus stretching of my plantar fascia, or one of the tendons in my foot.
Basically, this means that it’s painful for me to walk around, stand, and basically do anything involving my feet. Read: they basically hurt all the time. Jeff has been bugging me to go for weeks, since I make him wrap ice packs on my feet all the time and then squirm in the icy pain that is an ice pack on your foot, and retrieve things for me once I’m wrapped up tightly and done squirming. And, while having Jeff’s service and reading trashing mags in the meantime has been nice, I figured maybe I needed a doc’s advice. So here we go onto physical therapy, some new shoes (again), and wait for it — new, full length orthotics.
My doc made me stick my foot in one of these:
And said, if we’re lucky, we’ll receive them in like 2 weeks. Lucky me. They’ll look like this:
Which is all good news, except that I am not too keen on finding flippers big enough to fit my size 10 foot into WITH a full length orthotic. Wish me luck…