Lots to talk about this week with running of the Moore/Fitness Half Marathon yesterday. I’m going to shelve that till tomorrow though, because I need to blog (process) my first visit to the Podiatrist today. You can only ignore things for so long and I was finally at that point.
If you recall, way back in the way back of August 2014, I self diagnoses myself in I wish I had Happy Feet. Now I am not abdicating self diagnosis via the web because more often than not your symptoms will have you thinking the worse. This one though was a pretty cut and dry case making for easy diagnosis.
Obviously since this has been an ongoing issue, it really was time to seek someone who actually has a degree hanging on their wall. I had made an appointment with a doctor that was not near me, but came highly recommended. I wans’t sure if I wanted to go that far, but when they called to reschedule because they realized the doctor wouldn’t be in the day of my appointment I took that as my cue that I wasn’t meant to go there. That same day, I came across a card for a local and I mean 5 minutes from my house local podiatrist. I took that as my cue that I should go there. No, I’m not really that flakey (ok, maybe I am), but it seemed like the thing to do.
I made this appointment for the day after yesterdays half. I figured that way if any issues came up, I could deal with them while they were fresh. That’s exactly what we did. Luckily, I had also prepared for this appointment by getting a pedicure last week. Highly recommend that option always. Anyway, back to today.
I go into fill out all the insurance forms only to realize that I have every kids card, the prescription card, the dental card, but not mine. Luckily, the woman was nice and just took the information off of one of my kids cards. I promised, promised, promised that I would bring it in with my next visit. Then back to the room I go to wait.
Nurse comes in to take all the pertinent information. The only question that I stumbled on is on a scale of 1 to 10, how much pain. The reason I stumbled is because pain is subjective and to me I just pushed through it. Sometimes, not well but still I usually push. We gave pain a 4. Although there were days I would have given it much higher. All set for doctor now.
At the beginning of the conversation, I made it clear that I’ve got a lot going on running wise. I through out there that I am doing the 9 plus 1 and then have the Marine Corps Marathon in the fall. I just wanted him to be clear that sitting on the sidelines really wasn’t an option. He got the message and I got the diagnosis that I expected and one that I suspected but would not dare say out loud. Morton’s Toe which I already knew and Plantar Fasciitis which I dared not think of. When he said the words, he knew that I wasn’t happy, but he had some recommendations on how to deal with it.
1. Stretches. Not once a day, but throughout the day. This will help stretch (obviously) the muscle to lesson the pain.
2. Orthotics – He did not push the custom one, but being I have 2 different issues and will be running and running and running, I went with this option. I am getting the ones especially for sneakers. I hope this is the magic pill.
3. Cortisone Shot – Hopefully this will bring me temporary relief until the orthitics come in 3 weeks.
4. New running shoes – Wouldn’t want to ignore the doctors orders! So shopping I must go.
So I wonder if this now makes me a 100% of a runner now that I have “feet problem.” I always said that my body was not designed for running and I guess this is one more thing to prove that point. Too bad that i never follow the beaten or easy path;)
Have you ever and an injury from running?