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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.

Mystery Cat

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2012 by urbannight
I turned off the computer for the night for a change. 15 minutes later I had something to type. This is why I don’t usually turn it off.
While getting ready for bed, I sat down on the couch. I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There was a cat on the balcony. Wait a minute. I never went out there this evening. Both cats are inside. That cat is too small. Who is that cat? And how did he get up here? He had to climb the support beams.

I got a towel, in case he scratched at me, and opened the door to pick him up.  He was a ginger tabby.  Although I didn’t check gender, I’m using he for convenience.   He started purring and cuddling. He was clearly well socialized.  He was a good weight.   He was also not full-grown but not a kitten.

Not sure what to do, with no way to know if he belonged in this building, and not wanting to knock on doors at nearly midnight, I carried him downstairs and put him outside. He had to be from close by, as good condition he was in.  And my two would go nuts with him in the apartment. And my roommate is serious about the strict animal rules here.
I hope he goes back to his proper porch. I’m worried I’ll get back up and see him on my porch again.

I feel bad about putting him outside, but I didn’t know what else to do at 11:45 at night.