This might be extremely difficult to believe, but I think of things I want to blog about every day. But then I get distracted, and the blogging never happens. I actually have a note on my iphone notepad that has a list of things I meant to blog about. For example, the most recent three are as follows:
1. Standing up in airplanes
2. Dick’s sporting goods is like a disappointing date that had such potential
3. Low music and television standards
Hopefully I will get to those topics one day. Today I’m going to tell you about my foot. In the past week I’ve seen two well respected orthopedic foot surgeons. Why two? Partially because I had the opportunity, and partially because I’m a hypochondriac. I had an MRI, both doctors read my MRI. Both surgeons agree on three things, my posterior tibial tendon is irritated, nothing is torn or broken, and I’m not going to further aggravate it with stretching. One thinks it is entirely too early to consider surgery, one thinks it’s been hurting long enough where it won’t heal on it’s own without surgery. One said I should walk all I want and go to yoga and not think about it for a while. The other one said I should go out and run and do whatever I want and maybe further aggravate it so he can better pinpoint the problem.
The one thing I’m sure of is that the boot made my foot feel ten times worse than anything else, including walking all week at the tournament. I’ve decided that I”m going to not think about it anymore. I’m not going to take the anti-inflammatory anymore, at least for a little while. I’m going to go to yoga, and I’m going to ease back into that with a lot of modifications. I’m going to make a couple yoga classes my goal, and walk around everywhere I want to go. I might wear heels one night if I’m feeling especially crazy, even though that is probably the worst thing I could do. I’m going to go to New York at the end of next week, and I’m going to walk my little heart out, but I might tape my foot up if I think it helps. And I’m going to ignore it.
Wish me luck, I’m off to Cara’s yoga class to get a good sweat in and listen to my friend talk over awesome music for an hour. It’s good for the soul. We’ll see about the sole. Gah, STOP.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 