Just popping in quickly to give an update on the never-ending foot saga. Chloe has caused me to feel rather uninspired on the writing front, so I’ll illustrate how today’s doctor’s appointment went with a few quick pics. Enjoy!
And that, my friends, is a recap of my 60 minute doctor’s appointment! The good news? This problem is 100% treatable and just involves a little bit of work on my end to keep it from flaring up. The bad news? I think the name, plantar fascitis, sounds kind of gross. Plus, the doctor was extremely good-looking (thus, the lipstick face) and there will never be any hope for us now that he has seen my “in-major-need-of-a-pedicure” feet. You win some, you lose some!
Anyway, in all seriousness, I feel so fortunate that this a minor issue I can fix, basically with a FROZEN TENNIS BALL!! I read all the time about runners with much worse injuries, so I am one lucky Sometimes Healthy Girl. I had a feeling this might be the problem, but I don’t believe in the whole self-diagnosis thing. Google does not = Doctor.
I was so excited about my diagnosis that I went straight to work to utilize our brand new “workout” room.
Now that the good news is out, I’m going to go enjoy a nice, hot, sweaty…workout!
Feet Friday Everyone!
Do you ever self-diagnose? Have you ever been right? Ever been wrong?
Have you ever had a cute doctor?