WALKING FOR A CAUSE...AND SOMETIMES JUST BECAUSE

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Still not walking much...

...because I'm favoring the foot a bit, hoping to be healed up by December 13 so that going to Disneyland is not torture.


BUT

I have faith I'll be all spiffy and shiny and good as new by the time the 3 day season starts next year (tomorrow is the last day of the last walk of 2011!) so I went ahead and registered to walk San Diego next year. I'm probably going to so another walk, too, but I haven't decided on which city. I want someplace flat. Or flattish. I'm not too picky.

I also registered to crew in San Francisco next year.

So.

Start thinking of how you want to humiliate me. I'll do ALMOST anything legal for donations.

Almost.

Monday, November 14, 2011

It only hurt a little bit...just don't poke me

I had the impulse to get a pink ribbon tattoo last year...I also had the thought that I didn't want anyone to assume I'd gotten one because I was either in treatment or a survivor, so if I did get one, I'd have to cough up something a little different. Something that was clear about intent, but hinted at why I had it.

Once I knew what I wanted, I sketched it out and set it aside.

And then...I waited.

I didn't wait because I was unsure about it; I knew for sure it was the tattoo I would want. I didn't wait because I was still concerned about how it would be taken. I didn't wait for any of the usual reasons one waits to get a tattoo.

I waited until I felt like I'd earned it.

One 3 Day Walk didn't make me feel like I'd earned it. I almost got it after the walk in San Francisco, but I wasn't quite there yet. After Atlanta, though...


After walking with a broken toe and then tearing a ligament in one foot and still walking...I felt like I'd earned it.

It means a lot to me...and it's something I want to keep on earning. Next year I'm crewing in San Francisco and walking in San Diego for sure, and I'm seriously toying with walking in another city.

Santa better bring me some new feet this year...

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Dean says I have 2 right feet....

Really. He did. On Facebook. And Dean knows about feet, so we clearly have an idea what my problem is...

A picture of my foot with a picture of my foot
I finally got in to see a podiatrist today to have my foot checked out a little more in depth than my primary doc was comfortable with. He probably should have been more comfortable because he nailed the diagnosis and what to do about it: rest, anti-inflammatory meds, let it heal.

The good news is that it's healing up nicely and he thinks I'll be good to go by the time we leave for Disneyland. As long as I don't do anything stupid, he doesn't see a reason to not go (and he seems to be a Disney fan, got very excited when I mentioned it, and thinks we should go no matter what...because there's always wheelchair rental and that gets me to the front of the ride line! LOL)

He did a lot of manipulating of my foot, and says I have a good range of motion, though he could feel where the ligament was messed up. He was also impressed my how strong my feet are (and for some reason I was vaguely proud of this) and spent a lot of time showing me how my foot functions as I walk, how the ligament was affected (nothing I did or didn't do; sometimes this chit just happens) and there was no lecture about continuing the walk after I felt it pop.

So, yay.

He also confirmed that the kid at Fleet Feet was right: I have high arches. And he wants me to give the orthotics a try again, but this time take the time to get used to them. Hell, the ones he recommended were the same as what the kid at Fleet Feet sold me. He also played with my shoes a bit and believes I'm in some really good ones and my foot prep and blister care is on track.

Basically...let it heal so that we don't have issues in December, but everything looks good. No permanent damage, no stress fractures that he could see on the x-ray, nothing broken.

The only downside? I put the orthotics back in my shoes, went to Walmart for about 20 minutes, and now my back is screaming at me.

So, phfft.

We'll see. At least he never said I was nuts for doing the 3 Day...