A few weeks ago, I laced up a not-quite-new pair of shoes and set about my day. By the time I could take them off, I could barely walk. I had a huge pain across the top of my right foot and the foot itself was swollen.
I blamed the shoes, swore not to wear them again, and I recovered in a couple of days of wearing other shoes.
On Monday, I had a good swim and felt all over pretty good when I went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night with my toes hurting a bit, but managed to ignore it and get back to sleep.
Tuesday morning, though, I was hurting. I wore a pair of crocs and hobbled around through the day. When it was time to go home I skipped my swim and went and bought a cane. I didn’t think it was going to really get to a point where I wouldn’t be able to move without one, but I wanted to be ready. Fun note, the clerk at the drugstore offered to put the cane in a bag. Really.
Jim came over that evening and with a little help from the internet and some careful prodding, we deduced that one toe in particular might be broken. He had a similar thing happen to him a while ago – a stress fracture that felt better for a while and then would hurt again. Seemingly randomly.
I think mine might have flared up from an overly forceful kick off from the wall in the pool – or sleepwalking around my house and running something.
Jim ended up going to a podiatrist who couldn’t really do anything for him except put him in a boot while it healed. I instead elevated my foot, put some ice on it, and tried to rest it.
And I was feeling down. Slowing down, while certainly good for me, is not a thing I do lightly. I’m not meant to mosey.
But, mosey I did through the rest of the evening – even going so far as to use my dishwasher since Jim didn’t want me standing for that long.
Note: Yeah, I have a dishwasher. I don’t use it – though I’ve run it empty a few times since I moved in so the seals don’t dry out. Hand washing the dishes doesn’t seem like much of a chore to me. Anyway, the dishwasher did work and did a pretty good job.
When I went to bed last night, I elevated my foot and hoped for the best. And when I woke up, it hardly hurt at all! Until, that is, I put weight on it. Just about dropped to the floor.
I recovered, adjusted my gait, and took my cane with me to work just in case. I got better through the day and while it still hurt a bit, it wasn’t nearly as bad.
And after work, I taped a couple of toes together and hit the pool for a short swim.
It still hurts a bit and I’m not 100%, but I think I’m on the mend. At least until I exacerbate it again.
I should, of course, go to the doctor – and I will if it doesn’t continue to get better. Though I kinda wish medical science had advanced beyond the “Here, wear this boot for 100 days,”
So there’s my really boring injury report. Much like a Monday, it’s been more annoying than painful.