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Sooo... yesterday I woke up at 4:00 a.m. as usual to get ready for work, stepped out of bed, and proceeded to fall straight to the floor. Any normal person would have been alarmed, but since it has happened before I knew what to do: hop myself right back to bed and put my foot up.
For the record, if it is a random illness or injury, I will get it. It never fails. I will probably be the first confirmed case of bird flu or bring back SARS one day or something. If it is random, I will get it and this was random.
It was plantar fasciitis, a condition that happens when a ligament in the bottom of foot refuses to stretch out and is permanently contracted. Basically... the foot cramp from hell!
The first time I got it was last summer when I was still Louisville. Same thing: woke up and fell to the ground. Like any grown woman, I called my mom immediately and screamed in the phone, "Mama! I can't walk!" She was like, "Why you calling me. Get yourself to the hospital, dummy."
Sooo... I hopped on one leg, hopped in the car, drove with my left foot, and hopped into the ER. Of course people were looking at me like I lost my mind, but I didn't care. I was not going to put pressure on that foot.
You don't understand: trying to walk with this is excruciating! Nearly impossible.
They got me a wheelchair and I waited for the doctor. When he finally saw me, he casually looked at it and said, "Oh, this is a classic case of plantar fasciitis, plantar's foot."
I was like, "What the hell is that? Is it curable???"
I was panicked!
He was not. He just sort of smirked and asked me if I was an athlete. I told him that I like to think so, but realistically I wasn't... that I only ran a few times a week and tried to work out on those days as well.
Then he asked me if I wore heels?
DUH! Of course! I am a woman. I have the wedges, stilettos, tall heels, short heels, boots with heels: I WEAR HEELS.
Well, that was the problem.
I STILL wear heels, but not to the extent that I did in the past. I wear them when I head to the TV station for work in the afternoon, but I wear my pumas when I am here at DKX's studio in the morning. So I AM trying, but as for heading out, well... I am not going to out in flats. I mean, come on now. I have to draw the line somewhere.
Anyway, flash forward to this weekend:
I headed to one of my two favorite U.S. cities, Chicago (NYC is the other of course). I resurrected the wedge black sandals I bought last year (that are still cute this season), put on my favorite jeans, and strapless tunic top. I was feeling good, thinking I was looking good, but by the time I was walking around the Detroit airport on my layover, I was NOT feeling good. I could feel the bottom of my foot hurting... like a small strain. I thought something was up, but tried not to think about it. My plans for the weekend included heading to the club which, I already told you, involved wearing heels.
The minute my girl picked me up, I kicked off the wedges and traded them in for some black flip-flops in my luggage. I wore those flip-flops the entire trip, except for when I went out Friday and Saturday night. My foot didn't hurt then, so I didn't think it would be a deal later.
But, once again, on my layover back to Rochester in Detroit, the bottom of my foot tightened up. Even with the flip-flops, I could feel it. You know that, "Whaaaattt's going on" feeling? Yeah, that.
I thought the first episode of plantar fasciitis was just a fluke. I didn't think it would happen again, despite the doctor telling me I would be more prone to the injury now that I got it once, so it really wasn't on my mind too tough.
Anyway, I got home, kicked my shoes off, watched the final episode of Sopranos (which was some B.S. if you ask me, but that is for another blog) and then went to sleep.
That brings me to yesterday morning when I... well, you already know what happened.
The good thing about this time around is that it wasn't as bad... or maybe it was just because I knew what to do this time, the exercises and everything. It took me three days of resting it last year to get back to work, but I am already back today after taking just one day.
It's still not 100%, but I will settle for the 85% I got now. As for those black wedge heels -- my favorite -- they're now in the trash. Damn. What's a girl to do?
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