Hi. It’s been an eventful two weeks since my last blog entry. No deep thoughts for you all this time around.
There is a ligament that runs most of the length of the bottom of our feet called the Plantar Fascia. When this ligament is overtaxed in some way, it becomes inflamed, and this condition is known as plantar fasciitis (PF). It can cause very intense discomfort on the bottom of the foot.
The day I wrote my previous post, my left foot had begun – quite suddenly – to hurt, hurt in a way I associated with PF. So the remainder of that week I limped and hobbled everywhere, with the pain growing in intensity. Then, Saturday (Oct 13), as Scott and I were preparing to go out for some shopping, I was letting the dogs out and tripped over a compound miter saw which I had inconveniently left sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor (we’re renovating our bathroom – still!). I came down very hard on my left foot. I limped to the door cursing a yellow streak, let the dogs out, turned to walk back through the kitchen and somehow kicked that same miter saw with my left foot again. We went on with our plans, though walking through “Bed, Bath & Beyond” & “the Tractor Supply Center” was probably not a good idea.
Sunday, I had the personality of a grizzly bear awakened from hibernation. But, some friends convinced me to go to an EmergiCare facility, and so I discovered that I had broken my left foot. To be precise I broke the “os peroneum”, a bone which only 26% of the population has! And on top of that I most probably tore some filaments of the “peronius longus” a tendon.
So, last week I was on crutches. And got pretty good with them. By Saturday the 20th, my foot was feeling better, and I was limping without crutches. There was a hole in the back yard up against the foundation that needs to be backfilled. Scott was busy with drywalling in the bathroom, so I decided to go out and shovel the dirt back in to the hole. I would, I assured myself, be careful. I only used my right foot to drive the shovel into the dirt. I did this successfully 9 times. On the 10th time I… yeah. I did. I used the left foot. Scott heard the scream INSIDE the house!
Sunday, I had the personality of a grizzly bear awakened from hibernation.
By today, I’m no longer using crutches. I’m using a cane. I have no intention of filling holes forward or backwards. I want my crutches back. And that’s how life has been for two weeks!
On The Road II 