Arthritis, simply defined, is the inflammation of one or more joints. But it’s actually an umbrella term, according to arthritis.org, used to describe a group of 100-plus medical conditions. Continue reading
Category Archives: Stress fracture
This year was supposed to be the Year of No Injuries.
The universe, it seems, had other plans. Continue reading
Tonight, after I walked out of my podiatrist’s office with tears streaming down my face and a new doctor’s note in my bag, I realized something both liberating and terrifying: this is when the real work begins. Continue reading
After my big doctor appointment today, I headed home, had dinner, did some chores and cut my toenails. I was lucky I didn’t cut myself — it was very odd to not have feeling in my third and fourth toes.
I couldn’t feel that small area on my right foot, because my doctor injected me with a medicine to kill the tip of my pinched nerve. (That numbness will only last about 24 hours.) Continue reading
There’s been a lot of hype recently about running naturally, the way the human body did when we were trying to catch prey (or, more likely, to keep from becoming prey).
I’m hurt. I’ve been hurt since December, and before that it was for more than a year.
Until, that is, I received my packet in the mail on Monday. Continue reading
When my doctor phoned me on the tail end of my vacation a couple of weeks ago to tell me I had two more injuries in my right foot, I thanked him before I hung up and choked back the tears.
Before jetting off to sun myself on a Caribbean cruise last week, my podiatrist had me get myself an MRI.
I did it on Thursday, and begged the technician to have the doctor give my doctor a “wet read,” which is a rough draft of the results, so I’d know what I was dealing with while I was away.
Needless to say, my luck is crap. So the MRI clinic’s doctor was unable to get in touch with my doctor before I left on Sunday. So I went about my merry way, tossing my small stiff-soled boot into my suitcase in case my doctor was able somehow reach me in the middle of the ocean and tell me to hop back in the boot.
So why, when I went to my podiatrist last night and he told me that an X-Ray revealed that my stress fracture had healed, did I end up crying softly to myself in the bathroom after my appointment?