...into a Pity Pot, and I can't get out!"
Last week I resolved to restart a walking program and take some responsibility for my health. I got ONE walk in before developing incredible pain in my ankle. I mean, "OW!" I can't stand any real pressure on that foot, so I'm sofa-bound. After some internet research, it looks like I might have tendinitis in my Achilles tendon. Crap. I've had lots of experience with tendinitis and I know the pain a doctor's visit can mean: Pushing, prodding, or worse - steroid injections. I've been taking megadoses of Ibuprofen, icing the ankle throughout each day, and trying to stay off it as much as possible. After all that loving care, the ungrateful appendage shows no signs of improvement.
I spent the past week snuggling with The Beast, who seems to know something's not right.
Time to suck it up and go see my doctor. Whatever he decides to do to me can't be as bad as dealing with this pain for much longer. At least, if I need an injection, I'd get some Happy Pills for a couple of days to help with the additional pain THAT would cause. That's me - always looking for the silver lining!
Saw the doctor today and he confirmed that it is tendinitis, but not of the Achilles. He thinks it's one of the lesser tendons behind the ankle bone. He assured me it's WAY too early to be talking about injections. Yay! I do need physical therapy for about a month or so, and then we'll re-evaluate. Meanwhile, I need to cut my activity level by 50%. Wait a minute! I'm already sitting on the sofa all day... Hmmmm. Do I need to start lying down during the day?!?
Well, lookey here, at what my thoughtful Marble Man just brought me! How sweet is that? He always seems to know what to do to lift my mood. (Pssst... it worked!)