So the truth about our Labor Day weekend, and, well, our entire summer is this: yes we have had all the fun I reported and through most, pretty much all, of it I have been in some sort of pain.
The part I didn't tell you about this weekend was that I spent a couple of hours Saturday morning at the Urgent Care Center in Asheville due to some major shoulder pain and weakness. I left with my arm in a sling, a shot of anti-inflammatory in my posterior, a prescription for more anti-inflammatory plus one for Vicadin, and a promise of appointments to be made the following week with an orthopedist and an MRI. I spent the rest of the weekend unable to use my right arm very well. Plus I was nauseous and sleepy on the Vicadin (I took myself off them after a day).
Speculations among family members abounded as to the root cause of my pain: tendonitis, bursitis, torn ligament, perhaps a rotator cuff problem. Whatever it was seems to have been related to inflammation of some sort because after a couple of days of taking the anti-inflammatory (and not using my arm), I feel completely better. So much so that I think I'll skip the orthopedist and the MRI. Mostly, it seems as if my muscles were just too freakin' tight.
The part I haven't told you about my summer is that for months I've been suffering pretty severe foot pain, especially in the morning. It has been so bad that it takes nearly a minute for me to take a second step when I stand from a sitting position.
It has been so bad that I finally made an appointment with a podiatrist (after diagnosing myself over the Internet). I left there today with a prescription to keep taking the anti-inflammatory I was taking for the shoulder; ace bandages with pads wrapped around each foot (and orders to wear these all of the time, even sleeping); instructions for some stretches; and an order for a lovely (I'm sure) pair of orthopedic Mary Jane shoes to work in. I should get those next week.
The diagnosis was the same as my Internet diagnoses: plantar fasciitis. With the added bonus of bone spurs on both heels. And the orthotic guy was downright giddy telling me what weird feet I have: high arch, narrow heel, wide foot bed. I am not ever (with my particular feet) to wear flip flops, slides, or flat sandals. Never ever. Maybe someday I can wear Keen sandals, but not until this current issue is under control.
Oh, and by-the-way, he has never seen anyone with tendons and muscles as tense as I have. Are you kidding me? I have tense feet? Have you ever even heard of such a thing?
Did my body just fall apart when I turned forty this year? First I suffered with about a year of post-partum depression (admittedly before I turned forty) which transformed into a kind of ongoing anxiety problem; a shoulder issue due to tension in my muscles; and tense feet?
Maybe I need to start doing yoga. Or a regular therapy of full-body massage.