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nancy drew, podiatristOn the way home from our big, crazy Saturday night in Brooklyn I somehow caught a pain in the foot. I have no idea what happened. We climbed up and out of the subway and halfway down the block to our street my right foot started to cramp and sting. I limped and tiptoed and leaned on Chris and it just got worse with each step. We made it home and I spent the bulk of Sunday potatoed on the couch so I had forgotten all about it by the time I set off for work Monday morning.
It's almost exactly one mile to The School, with no direct bus or train access between here and there, so my lazy ass walks there each day. I wasn't even at the end of our block before the piercey cramp showed back up. It feels something like a shin splint but on the bottom of my foot, or like when you leap down from a ledge or counter and hit the ground too hard, knocking the wind out of your foot. IT HURT. But like I said, there's no real alternative to walking, other than a cab, which even I felt was too ridiculous to do, especially since I'd hobbled almost half the way already.
So I slowly made my way there and in an unusual stroke of luck (subconscious planning?) I'd brought lunch so with that and the help of a very sweet coworker who kindly fetched my diet cokes from the fridge I didn't have to put any pressure on it the rest of the day. Public opinion said it's probably a stress fracture that's just now flaring up and I was peer pressured into making a doctor's appointment for Wednesday. I took a cab home.
It still hurts today which I am sort of glad for, just so I don't have to show up at the doctor feeling fine tomorrow. Chris will be away tonight at a basketball game so my plan is to nest on the couch, have a man bring me some Indian food and read the next book in my current Crappy Mystery Series.
Speaking of crappy mysteries, when I picked up this one from the library I stumbled across a new series of what I think of as Hobby Mysteries for Ladies. Amazon refers to them as "cozy mysteries." There's knitting (Knit One, Kill Two), gardening (A Hoe Lot of Trouble), crosswords, fashion reporters, wedding planners and now yoga (Corpse Pose).
I told heathalouise we should try to write one ourselves, maybe the CBS prime time drama fan series. And if there isn't already one about a young grad student, living, loving and solving crimes in the shadow of Fenway Park, she has found her new career.
Posted by beth at December 02, 2008 10:37 AMThis is going to sound totally weird, but I had a VERY similar incident this summer while I was in the US. Actually it started just before we got there and lasted almost 2 weeks, where it was really uncomfortable to walk- like the lower ball of my foot was REALLY badly bruised- but for the life of me, I couldn't remember hitting it or anything. I couldn't make heads nor tails of it. In the end, I sort of chalked it up to the huge stress of the situation(since it started during the war and family crisis) and continued until I was properly rested in the US. The tension just took hold of my foot. Or, coulda been a stress fracture... Let me know what the doc says- I may just self-diagnose.
Posted by: canteloupe on December 3, 2008 01:46 AM
