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It Smelled Like Wet Dog

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 18, 2012 by urbannight

Wet Dog

Not long ago, I wrote about the pain I’ve been suffering the past few years.  Last Friday my doctor upped the pain medication for the nerve pain in my left thigh.  It has been feeling MUCH better. 

As for my feet, she recommended going up to night splints and physical therapy.  While on my support group, I was recommended a website that lets you select what foot or leg condition you have and it will show you night splints, shoe inserts, and types of shoes designed just for those conditions. 

I was looking at the picture of an ankle from the back.  It was showing the bone structure in normal shoes and their shoes.  The ‘normal’ shoe had the ankle curved inwards.  It looked a bit like a curved spine.  Their shoe showed a normal, straight, ankle.  This made me think a bit.

I stood up and concentrated on how my ankle and feet are positioned when I stand normally.  I then shifted a bit of my weight to the outside edges of my feet.  I could feel my ankles pull slightly upward and straighten out.  I realized that I’ve been standing and walking with a bad foot and ankle position.  I walked through the apartment and could feel a noticeable improvement in my normal levels of good and heel pain. 

I’ve had weak ankles as long as I can remember.  I was always twisting and spraining them when I was growing up.  I’m wondering if I’ve always been trying to grip with the bottom of my feet for more stability.  Could that lead to an inflamed Plantar Facsiia? 

I’ve spent all week concentrating on my weight distribution on my feet when I walk, trying to make sure I keep the ankle in a straight position.  I do have a little bit of ankle fatigue.  I’m sure it’s because I have to strengthen those muscles to work properly when the ankle is the proper position. 

I’m still have a lot of foot and heal pain in the mornings.  But it’s the pain through the day that is improving.  It doesn’t hurt every single time I get up and down.  I’m feeling a lot better. It is improving my mood.

In fact, today was the first day I felt good enough to go for a REAL walk. 

Blowing in the Wind

A walk outside. 

On real, uneven ground. 

Where the sidewalks slant slightly. 

On a hill where there are no flat sections. 

There is only up and down. 

It was windy and blustery. 

Cool and cloudy.

Slightly Sprinkling.

It was the perfect walk weather.

There was only one problem

It smelled like wet dog.

I do feel a bit more pain in my feet and shins and butt and back.  But I’m really out of shape now.  I want to try to walk every day now.  I hope I don’t pay for it tomorrow.  I have a friend’s wedding and weekend trip for it coming up soon  I’m down 2 lbs from last week and would love to lose another 5 lbs in the next two weeks.  I think I can manage it if I can walk every day and watch what I eat.  It would also be a pleasant surprise for my doctor if I was down 5 lbs by my next appointment.

In memory of a broken ankle: laughing the pain away.

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2012 by urbannight

 

My break must have been a hairline fracture, although they never said so, because I could never see it as clearly as you can on this picture.

This started out as a reply to a freshly pressed article and I realized it was a blog entry all on its own.

I remember when I broke my ankle a few (5 or 6 really) years back.  I fell half way down the steps.  There were four steps.  I broke my ankle on step three.  It’s all in how you land.  Now, I also severely sprained the other ankle.  I felt like I was going into shock.

I had enough first aid/CPR classes to feel aware of that and to know that shock can be fatal.  I was rushing to work, late, and all the neighbors had already left.  So I was a bit stuck, sitting on the sidewalk at the bottom of the steps, partly blocked from the view of the road by a creeping rose-bush in late June. 

I didn’t have access to a blanket and I had no way to lay down and elevate my feet.  Everything else was totally out of the realm of possibility.  So I did the only thing I could think up.  I sat there for a while doing the meditative breathing that I learned from a cassette tape of Daoist breathing mediations.  It seemed like a strange impulse buy one year but you would not believe how often those breathing exercises came in handy.

It was probably only 15 minutes.  I felt like everything was going back to normal.  I have always paid very close attention to body signals.  So I thought I was in the clear for going shocky.  But then I had to figure out how to get back UP the steps and into the house to call a friend to take me to the hospital.   Once I crawled up the steps on my hands and knees, now totally blocked from the view of any passers-by, and sat with my back against the door, my legs stuck out in front of me.  From that position, the dead bolt was completely out of reach.  Even standing on my knees, I was not able to reach it.  After about 10 minutes of gathering what strength I had, I pulled myself up onto my badly damaged feet and unlocked the door. 

This was not the end things.  You see, I didn’t keep a phone in the living room.  I had one in my bedroom and one in the kitchen and one in the basement.  I had yet to invest in a cell phone.  The nearest was the bedroom and I had to drag myself back there and make a call, then drag myself back to the livingroom couch (was next to the door) to wait.  And off the emergency I went.

Once there, I couldn’t  stop laughing.  I got a lot of strange looks.  They thought the right was sprained the left broken.  It was the other way around when the x-rays came back.  Some people thought I broke both of them.  And still I laughed.  Finally someone asked me why I was laughing.

I had two options.  Laugh or cry.  I was SO much pain.  Later, I would discover that the family of pain killers they wanted to give me didn’t work for me and I spent weeks in more pain than I should have.  But I broke my ankle falling two steps down.  Two steps.  I nearly broke both of them.  A little more pressure on the sprained one might have done it.  The sprained one turned twice as black as the broken one and must have swollen up twice as much too.  It was truly amazing to look at! 

There was too much to laugh about and why cry when you can laugh?