Meet cortisone...my new best friend. Heel spurs SUCK! This has been the worst three weeks, well, not of my life, but it's pretty much been awful. I've run a total of three miles in the past three weeks and each run brought on pain in my foot that refused to go away without one week non-physical activity and copious amounts of Aleve. I went to my podiatrist today and she did an ultrasound of my heel to make sure that cortisone shots were necessary. She measured my inflammation, not sure what the measuring tool was, but she said a 2 was pretty normal, and she only did shots if the inflammation was at least a 4. What was mine?
8.2. That's right, more than double what her normal standard is. Yikes! Out came the needle and in it went and I yelled, "Mother Effer!" Really, mother effer. Seriously. I don't drop f-bombs. It hurt like a mofo. See? No f word. So far it's done exactly what the doctor said it would. A little tingling and burning and getting worse before it's getting better. Eight hours later and I'm already walking better than I have in weeks. I can't wait to see what the morning brings and she said I can be running by Monday. Glory be. This chubby girl will be running again. Life is good.
**Sorry to those of you who follow my "Chubby Gurl" blog. I've posted this exact same thing over there. I figured this deserved two posts ;)