Plantar Fasciitis. It sounds like some exotic plant. Or maybe an odd brand of nuts. Either way, I never would have suspected that it was something I would end up with. Never say never.
I love being barefoot. I absolutely hate wearing shoes. Seasons never really bother me. I go shoeless regardless. My feet feel confined when stuffed into a pair of sneakers. Then again I have always been a casual Friday sort of girl, on an every day basis. I avoid dressing up like the plague. Give me a soft pair of jeans and my favorite snarky T-shirt and I am good to go.
Apparently though, my footwear of choice damaged my feet. Who would ‘a thunk it.
A while back I began experiencing terrible shooting pains in my heels whenever I attempted to walk after sitting at my desk for extended periods of time. They were so excruciating, that walking was darn near impossible. The pains would stop and start randomly, leading me to think I may have just strained something. BUT.. I’ve been dealing with it every single day over the last week or so, and decided it was time to seek a professional. Well, as professional as they get these days anyway. 😀
Enter.. Plantar Fasciitis..
Now I apparently have to ice the bottoms of my feet, use these little rollie ball things, do feet and calf stretches, take ibuprofen like a junkie, and buy a type of pressure cuff to push up on my arches. OH! Did I mention I am to also stop being barefoot every chance I get? Fat chance in hell. I will try all the other recommended things.
Ah hell who am I kidding.. I will toss down the ibuprofen and that’s about it.
What can I say.. I think I just might be a masochist. 😀