It’s funny how you take feeling good for granted isn’t it?
I am only bringing this up, because I don’t.
It started innocently enough, I think. I actually have no idea how it started. All of a sudden my foot hurt. I actually thought it was from the shitty pair of flip flops I was wearing. It might have been. Or I had a spaz moment and did it and just don’t remember.
Regardless of how it happened, I have injured my foot. I have what my doctor called Plantar Fasciitis. Ya, fun…NOT.
The doctor looked at my feet and said to me “what kind of shoes do you wear?”
…I sheepishly said, while trying to stick the obvious culprits under the chair…
“At this time of the year, flip flops. All. The. Time.”
He called them the walk of death or something equally as depressing. He is a little dramatic. And he wasn’t my normal doctor. Anyways, apparently they are bad. Who knew? Well, apparently everyone. I just can’t imagine summer without cheap flip flops. I suppose I had better start huh?
Because this sucks.
It hurts all the time. While I am walking around anyways. Pretty much everyone I know has had it or knows someone that has.
The bad news is that it could last months or even years. I had to say “Pardon?” to my doctor when he said that. Cause what the hell??? That is not ok.
I work standing up. Pretty much all day. And walking fast, everywhere.
Well I did until three days ago anyways. I have had to slow the bus down a tad, as my friend Nancy would say.
Thank goodness I am on three days off. I plan on sitting around with my foot up for the entire time. We are going camping again. I think. We can’t seem to decide, or should I say I can’t.
It just seems like a lot of work getting ready to go tonight. I have a bit of a head start on stuff, but just feel like I can’t follow through. I am also a bit worried about everything frying to death when we are gone. Between the heat and the wind you have to water everything every fifteen bloody minutes.
Slowly, cause I can’t walk.
I may even be turning into a big ass wimp. I definitely feel the need to whine a bit. Which won’t help, and will just make everyone tell me to shut the hell up.
So I guess rest and camping may just be the best solution to the problem for the next few days. It is all I can come up with anyway.