I fear I’m at that point in my life where I will openly start discussing my ailments and broken down body parts that are falling off. So bear with me.
I will forevermore refer to the last week as The Lost Week. The week that Bactrim took me down. After a discussion with my doctor early last Thursday, he also concluded that Bactrim is not my friend, and that I should cease and desist all antibiotics. To be safe, I stopped even the vitamins. The only pill that would pass my lips was that of Extra-strength Excedrin.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I regained the will to live.
And because I do not know how to pace myself, we went to Disney World on Friday to meet up and surprise some dear friends who were visiting. Thusly ensuring myself another 2 days on the barkolounger.
But here’s what I’ve discovered. Years ago, I had pain in my feet that was Lyme related. This began reoccurring a few months ago. I just assumed it was Lyme. Then the pain settled in my right heel. For weeks, I’ve felt that I had the worst stone bruise EVER, except that it would come and go.
The pain would be awful in the morning upon rising, then settle down, then get much much worse at the days end if I over did it. Which I am apt to do. When I started the antibiotics a week ago, the pain immediately subsided. But then kicked in as soon as I stopped them. So Fiddledaddy did a little research. As he is apt to do.
He sent me this link, asking me if anything seemed familiar. It seems I may have Plantar Fasciitis. LIKE LYME DISEASE WASN’T ENOUGH. Except that I grossly mispronounced it, causing Fiddledaddy to blush. “PLEASE DON’T EVER SAY THAT OUT LOUD AGAIN.” I keep him young. Yes, I do.
He encouraged me to put on his Dr. Scholl’s Orthotic Inserts. The ones I mocked him for buying. The same inserts he’s been trying to get me to purchase FOR MONTHS but I refused because A) eeewww, I’d have to stand barefoot on the machine thingy at Wal-Mart, and B) FORTY FIVE DOLLARS FOR CUSTOM INSERTS? Seriously?
I slipped his inserts into my Crocs, then followed them with my own feet. Sing with me, SWEET MYSTERY OF LIFE AT LAST I’VE FOUND YOU… Sweet relief. Followed by, “I told you so.”
So this morning I took my nauseas self to Wal-Mart to consult the machine. Thankfully someone had thoughtfully left a tube of sanitizing wipes for the machine. I thoroughly cleaned the foot shaped marking and climbed aboard. An alert came across the screen that something was broken and an associate needed to be fetched.
Lucky for me, I think that half of the Wal-Mart staff had called in sick because I could have gone bowling down the aisles and it would not have been noticed. I limped over to a cashier and asked her to call someone. She did. I limped back over to the machine, located in Pharmacy, cleaned it once again, and climbed aboard. Hoping above all hopes. Nothing. So frustrating. I could see all the packages of pending relief, but I had no idea which one to choose. And still no associate.
I limped over to Customer Service and a nice lady and she called a manager who then followed me back to the machine. I cleaned it off again and climbed aboard. She looked at it blankly and stated that she could not help me, as the Pharmacy manned the machine but they would not be there for another hour.
I gave up, choosing instead to to the grocery shopping. Which by the end I was strongly considering asking the checkout cashier just to bag me along with everything else and give me a lift to the van via the shopping cart.
The rest of Sunday was another lost day.
Any other Plantar Fasciitis sufferers out there and what has brought you the most relief? (I will be starting back on Azithromycin on Monday, so it will be interesting to see if the pain subsides.)
Next topic up for discussion: Menopause – or as I prefer to call it: “is it hot in here or am I in hell?”