Tag: foot pain

Healed

I don’t get it. I was in so much pain yesterday. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t think straight. It was awful.

Today? It’s a little tender. A little sore. Not bad at all. I’m not even limping or anything. What the hell happened? Stupid foot. Stupid, stupid foot.

Anyway, 24 hours from now I expect my little quarantinie fun time to be over and history and a memory buried so deep I am not even sure it’s real. Covid-19 test at 8:09am. Freedom to roam the house without a mask approximately 15 minutes later. Kick ass, dude.

I have so much music to do in the next three weeks that I’m starting to freak out a little. Just warning you all that there might be a lot (I mean, a lot) of 50/90 music posts coming in the immediate future. Just so’s ya know. I mean, I just came up with terrible lyrics for song #40. I have three songs ready to sing. I can’t do car music until Saturday and I want to have 5-10 ready for vocal tracking by then. Yikes!

Okay, I need to fill up the cat’s food bowl, grab myself a caffeinated diet soda, and start my work day. The laundry is running already and the puddle formerly known as Lake Asshole has been cleaned up, including emptying the wet vac and the dehumidifier.

I think I’m good to go for now.

Wish my quarantinied ass luck.

Can I Please Catch a Break, Please?

Enough already. Uncle!

On top of all of the sources of stress and guilt and shit that are just making me feel terrible all the time, I now have crazy amounts of physical pain to add the proverbial cherry on top of my shit sundae.

Last night, just before I did my last 10 minutes of exercise for the day, I noticed that there was a little bit of pain in my right foot. It was sort of near the instep but also kind of on top. It was hard to place. I did my 10 minutes and everything was fine. A couple of hours later though, it was starting to really hurt. When I took off my shoes before bed it started hurting a ton. Now, the next morning… holy shit does it hurt like a mutha. It hurts like the end of the world.

I’m pretty sure it’s just my usual undiagnosed case of plantar fasciitis rearing it’s ugly asshole head again. I’ve been doing the stretching exercise that is supposed to help. It’s too soon to tell how it’s working though.

Can I please just catch a break? Pretty please? This insult on top of all of the other crap… How am I supposed to deal with it? Yes, I know it could be a lot worse, that doesn’t change the fact that the current situation Sucks.

What the Hell is Up with My Foot?

This is a true story.

Really.

No kidding.

On Monday morning at about 3:45am or so I woke up.  I don’t know what woke me up, but I got out of bed and drained the lizard (pardon the metaphor) and then looked out the window to see if it was still snowing.  It wasn’t.  I then went back to bed and fell asleep right away.

At a little before 6:00am I woke up again.  The alarm had gone off and, while I had a vacation day booked and had no plans to leave the house, I got up to brush the snow off the cars so my sweet wife wouldn’t have to.  As I was trying to sit up I thought to myself that there was something wrong with my foot.  It hurt a little bit.  I then put my feet on the ground and stood up.

Holy Toledo!

Damn, did that hurt!  The pain is on top of my foot, maybe off to the side a little, just South of the big toe.  What had I done to deserve this?  I put on a shoe and it hurt a lot.  I was a little swollen, I guess.  I went outside and did my thing.  My beautiful bride left for work and I went back inside.  I changed into a dry pair of shoes and there was still some pain and discomfort but it wasn’t as bad as it had been.  I think it was because my shoes fit snugly and were offering some nice support.

Last night just before bed I took my shoes off and the pain came back.  Through the night it was bad enough to wake me up a couple of times.  Today at work I have a real limp and it hurts pretty much constantly.

So the question is, what the hell happened during the two hours or so I was sleeping between 4:00 am and 6:00 am?

I think the cat had something to do with it.  I know she’s plotting to kill me.  Duh.  I mean, what else do cats do with their time?  But in this case I think she was messing with me.  I think she performed some surgery on my foot and maybe removed a bone or a tendon or something.  Our cute little Patches is just psycho enough to try something like that.

I’ll keep a closer eye on her from now on.  I’m watching you, kitty.

I’m watching you.