This past week I've been meaning to come back here and get all my posts together and running like clockwork. Last weekend, I attended a volunteer rally for something I'm doing in November. All was going well. We went on venue tours, met with team leaders and discussed availability and scheduling for my respective section. I was wearing a lovely green sweater, black leggings and a pair of my amazing looking, slightly less practical knee boots. While going through the afternoon, I could feel a naggling little pain in the side of my big toe. I get this once in a while when I wear a pair of knee boots, so I wasn't overly put off by it to begin with.
As the afternoon progressed, the pain started getting worse.
By the time I got home and got the boots off the pain was making walking uncomfortable. Trouble with it being my right foot was that I had to drive home with the pain getting worse. Added bonus: made me a better, more cautious driver and I stayed under the speed limit all the way home.
Got the boot off, sat on the couch and literally watched my foot blow up like a balloon! Pain level is a 10 at this point!
Le man, being the man he is, immediately grabbed my foot thinking, like me, it was just a serious muscle cramp, until he touched it and I shot off the couch like I'd been stuck with a prod, screaming and crying at the same time. He went to grab a heating bag to see if it would help relax what we still thought was a muscle spasm....nope I was definitely not at pain level ten when he touched it. I was at pain level ten when the heat hit it!
Whipped that sucker off and across the room real fast!
Le man, heads back to the freezer, grabs a series of ice packs, gets me situated again and packs my foot into the ice packs (there's a towel between my skin and them). He tells me to try to figure out how to relax and let the ice work the swelling down.
I fall asleep on the couch about a half hour later and am out cold (ooo a funny!) for about an hour and a half. I awake to him checking out my foot and exclaiming that the swelling that was worrying us both was going away. Problem though...I can't move my foot at all.
I can't even walk on it now.
So, for the next 2 days I hobble around with a cane and very strategically placing my foot.
Turns out, when you start ballet as an adult, then curl, and do yoga, and try to wear heels at the same time, your feet freak right the heck out. By stretching my foot in ways that it hasn't been stretched in ballet, I've caused my foot muscles a little trauma. The heels were it's last straw so to speak.
So, for a little while yet, until my aging body gets used to these newly stretched out muscles, I'll happily be wearing all of my flat shoes.
So what does this have to do with anything? I had planned to take a portion of Sunday, after my rally, to set up my blog here with posts and reminders, my new budget and payment schedule, and get back into the swing of things in cyberland as well as real life. Instead I spent Sunday, and the better part of this week, being kind and gentle to my feet and myself, spending time on helping my body out.
Coming soon: 1. A payment schedule for my remaining debt
2. An Updated budget
3. Activity to-do list
4. Scheduled posting