I should have married a foot doctor, or encouraged my son to become one (if I had a daughter, her too). There is no doubt about it, I have bad feet. They are nine and a half extra wide and on a 5 foot 2 body, they are ridiculous.
On my right foot, my good foot, I have had a Morton's neuroma which is an inflamed nerve. It feels like you are walking on a tack. Usually foot doctor's blame it on bad shoes. But, I know that mine was caused by kicking a weight bench with that foot while hurrying through my basement on my 50th birthday. I was packing to go on an ACTS retreat and I was hurrying and not paying attention. My foot was in agony the entire retreat weekend. I changed to my current doctor because my old doctor couldn't see me for weeks about it.
I had pain on and off for years with that neuroma, then a couple of years ago the pain came to stay and wouldn't go away. I ended up with my current foot doctor. He did an MRI and stuck a needle of alcohol to kill off that nerve. A lot of the pain went away, not all, but a lot.
My left foot, my bad foot, has been a journey of pain and injury. When I was about 5 a swing set leg of tubular steel came down on that foot. I almost lost my second toe, but it was sewed on with 3 stitches and it was saved. That has been my weak foot and ankle ever since. On a walk about 4 years ago I pulled an Achilles tendon. The first doctor treated it like plantar fasciitis and it didn't get better. My current foot doctor did an MRI on that side and said I had a stage 3 Achilles tear. He gave me wraps and braces and now has assigned physical therapy. I let him stick a needle in the heel for a cortisone shot. That ankle just seems to get worse and worse. I am hopeful that the exercises will strengthen that ankle and help it to be as good as it can get.
Meanwhile, the neuroma has started a hurt a bit. I am afraid to say anything because I don't want to be accused of making all of this up. It is a balance between trying to get the help I need and appearing to be a whiner.
It is hard to walk through this journey of life on very bad feet. I have had them prayed over and prayed about this over and over. This particular journey is the one I am on. I am trying to accept it and find as much happiness and joy as I am able to on this journey on bad feet. Many people have much worse problems.
(And if this isn't a boring post for Saturday, I don't know what is.)
On my right foot, my good foot, I have had a Morton's neuroma which is an inflamed nerve. It feels like you are walking on a tack. Usually foot doctor's blame it on bad shoes. But, I know that mine was caused by kicking a weight bench with that foot while hurrying through my basement on my 50th birthday. I was packing to go on an ACTS retreat and I was hurrying and not paying attention. My foot was in agony the entire retreat weekend. I changed to my current doctor because my old doctor couldn't see me for weeks about it.
I had pain on and off for years with that neuroma, then a couple of years ago the pain came to stay and wouldn't go away. I ended up with my current foot doctor. He did an MRI and stuck a needle of alcohol to kill off that nerve. A lot of the pain went away, not all, but a lot.
My left foot, my bad foot, has been a journey of pain and injury. When I was about 5 a swing set leg of tubular steel came down on that foot. I almost lost my second toe, but it was sewed on with 3 stitches and it was saved. That has been my weak foot and ankle ever since. On a walk about 4 years ago I pulled an Achilles tendon. The first doctor treated it like plantar fasciitis and it didn't get better. My current foot doctor did an MRI on that side and said I had a stage 3 Achilles tear. He gave me wraps and braces and now has assigned physical therapy. I let him stick a needle in the heel for a cortisone shot. That ankle just seems to get worse and worse. I am hopeful that the exercises will strengthen that ankle and help it to be as good as it can get.
Meanwhile, the neuroma has started a hurt a bit. I am afraid to say anything because I don't want to be accused of making all of this up. It is a balance between trying to get the help I need and appearing to be a whiner.
It is hard to walk through this journey of life on very bad feet. I have had them prayed over and prayed about this over and over. This particular journey is the one I am on. I am trying to accept it and find as much happiness and joy as I am able to on this journey on bad feet. Many people have much worse problems.
(And if this isn't a boring post for Saturday, I don't know what is.)