I didn't say anything to anyone because I was having so much fun complaining about my knee. Who wanted to hear about my foot? Well, the pain in my foot got so bad I could barely walk and that's saying something from someone who on her best day could barely walk.
So, I called my foot doctor - who I have not had to see for 3 years - and went to see him this morning. It appears that I have plantar's facitis (I have no idea how it's spelled. Sue me.) and I have to wear inserts in my shoes to treat it. And rub some ointment on my foot. And take some pain medication.
In 2009, I had a bout with PF and it about killed me (that was before I learned what real pain was like) but once I started using the inserts I was cured. I wonder if walking bare/stocking foot exacerbated that potential for PF. Don't know, but I'm glad I am getting it treated.
About my foot doctor: he's a cutie and he's a hoot. He agreed with my assessment of my orthopedic doctor. He told me about a patient who wanted a handicapped placard due to an ingrown toenail. He laughed at my stories and didn't flinch at my language. (Oh, that's another thing my dad gave me: the ability to swear. Really swear, like a para-trooper. I can hang with the big boys in that department.)
So, until all the pieces work together and heal my foot, then my knee, I shall continue to hobble and walk like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. The worst thing is having to plan traveling time to get to the ladies room, but that could be too much information.
And I am not one to give too much information.
Am I?
