Friday, May 11, 2012

Planter Fasciitis





There was no flinching and no thought of giving in; and by what seemed almost a miracle to those outside these Islands, though we ourselves never doubted it, we now find ourselves in a position where I say that we can be sure that we have only to persevere to conquer.

-- Winston Churchill

I've always been somewhat the opposite of a hypochondriac. My self-diagnoses tend to range from "it's nothing" to "I don't have time for that." But over the past couple of weeks, a menace has been looming in my right heel. (Can something loom from underneath?) And I seriously don't have time to be immobilized. Not right now. There are major adventure plans afoot.

Planter [sic] fasciitis [1] is a painful condition in which the bottom of one's foot - specifically the connective tissue in the heel and arch - is invaded by authoritarian peanuts. I want those little bastards to know that I shall fight on the beaches, I shall fight on the landing grounds, I shall fight in the fields and in the streets, I shall fight in the hills; I shall never surrender! [2]

But I am going to have to take it easy for the next week and pay more attention to stretching. And no more riding my bike in flip-flops.


[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plantar_fasciitis

[2] Everything I know about history and classic literature I learned from listening to Iron Maiden.

2 comments:

  1. Get thee to St. Jude. Yes, rest. Yes, stretch. Yes, ice and tennis ball roll. But most importantly, go see the one with the sharp, pointy objects.

    Trust me.

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    1. I finally got down there yesterday. I've spent most of my life living with crafty women, so it wasn't the first time I'd ever had a needle stuck in the bottom of my foot. But this time was to much better effect, less surprising, and the needles didn't come from the carpet :)

      (http://qingtingacupuncture.com/, for anyone wondering what we're talking about.)

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