Remember the Man-Cub’s earache? The one that I was convinced was caused by the pressure in his ears not regulating when we went over the Divide? That one? Yeah; ear infection. And, not just any ear infection; a serious ear infection.
Mother. Of. The. Year.
In my defense, he never did run a fever which is what he usually does when he has an infection. And, he only had the pain the first night; it totally went away when my sister bestowed upon him the Magic Cottonball. So, really, who can blame me for missing the infection?
Besides myself, I mean.
That’s what I get for not consulting Dr. Google, immediately.
Speaking of Dr. Google, lately, I have been experiencing some
Ok, not really; there is no such thing as raging foot cancer-as far as I know.
So. Today I called a podiatrist to schedule an appointment and, as luck would have it, I am somewhat aquainted with the nurse who answered the call. She was more than happy to listen to my complaints and she concurred with Dr. Google; I most likely have Plantar Fasciitis. Of course, I’ll still have to go in for ex-rays and an exam to be totally certain but, I’m guessing two-out-of-three medical experts (or, you know, a medically trained nurse and the internet) can’t be wrong.
All of which means one of three things:
1. I will have to forsake my cute summer shoes for orthopedic clogs.
2. I will have to stretch my plantar fascia every morning before I even think of getting out of bed.
3. I will walk with a noticeable limp for the rest of my life because I am too lazy to stretch my plantar fascia before getting out of bed each morning and I am too vain to wear orthopedic shoes.
And, please bear in mind that I have a closet full of really cute summer shoes.