Went to my doc to get more buffered naproxen and his staff sent me upstairs to a foot doctor. Okay --shrug-- I got in there and he had a room full of workout equipment. Cool, I thought, someone who understands my desire to strengthen and not just do damage control. He talks to me, he's young and his English is only okay. After he asks me what the deal is I ask him if he can pull up the MRIs, he says no. I give him the rundown and show him my left foot...plantar fascitis. Eh, that was three years ago, I got the EWSTthingie and it went away for a couple years until I did a stupid. Let' s go with conservative treatment, he said. Rest, stretching, hot packs, we'll talk about orthotics. Nikes? Ick, he says, you'll need hard soles so your feet don't twist. Ick, I said, imagining the feeling of hard ground on my sensitive feet. So I got my painkillers to hold me over until I go back to Sangmo (really must find the papers for that so I go on the right day) and try to talk that doc out of another MRI because they're damned expensive. But this young guy also tossed out that word, degenerative, in relation to my feet. I instinctively rebel against that--they will get stronger, I will make them stronger, just tell me how. I did a little research and I can tell myself comfortably that my feet are not in fact circling the drain.
He also told me two things I really did not want to hear. Lose weight--yeah right, how? With wandering off the menu and biking limited to flats, and thus gyms, I've no real exercise outlet. Swimming? That involves a public pool, and my weight and color in this town, to say nothing that I really don't enjoy that anymore.
Stretching I need to do, yoga I need to get serious with, and I'll put up another message on the local FB to find a masseuse. Part of the problem with the feet is that they're at the end of the muscle tension stream. My body has figured out that I can ignore headaches and medicate stomachaches away, but so far have found no way around foot pain so the tension settles there. And truly, I love massages.
Right now both feet are barking, begging for stretches I suppose. I will...inaminnit.