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[May. 2nd, 2006|08:29 am] |
This is why I hate my body.
Sunday, I was locked out of my house while mowing the lawn, when my roommates left for the gaming store and thought I had my keys with me. So, I decided, since it was a nice day in the nation's capital, and I wasn't going to set on the deck waiting, I'd go for a nice, casual, leisurely walk to the store. 3 miles and 75 minutes later, I'm strolling in, feeling pretty good. I wasn't panting, my ankles and feet weren't protesting, and I felt solid enough to have been able to turn around and walk back if Chris and Andy hadn't been there (which, luckily, they were). For the rest of the day, my feet didn't hurt a bunch, and a nice hot shower took away the other aches and pains.
2 am Monday morning, and I spin my body to get out of bed to grab a drink of water. I put my right foot down on the floor, and it EXPLODES in pain. If I hadn't have fallen back on the bed, I would have collapsed right there on the floor. It's the outside arch/top of the ball of my foot area that was just on fire, and if I put the slightest pressure on it, it made me want to cry out. The rest of the night, as I have it elevated, it still hurt horrible.
Monday morning, I had to shower holding the safety bar, shave and get dressed sitting on the edge of my bed, and try to hitch a ride with my boss (who's goes right to my building, instead of the four blocks I'd have to walk if I slugged in).
I had to switch offices Monday morning because I couldn't do my assigned duties. I had to drag my foot behind me in order to get around, and even then, it hurt. As the day went by (and as I popped Advil like candy), it got better, though. By the end of the work day, it was a slight limp, and by the time I got home in the evening, it was just down to a dull pain. No problems for the rest of the night, and I figured it was just a one time thing to walking 3 miles in ratty worn out sneakers.
So, 4 am rolls around, Remy's on the bed demanding pettins, and as I roll over to sleepily accomodate him, my foot explodes again as it brushes against the bedpost. Exact same as before, the slightest bit of pressure causes it to hurt like a mother. Again, showering, shaving, getting dressed, and getting to work was interesting, and again, I'm in another office because I can't function.
My foot seems to decide in the middle of the night "hey, let's mess with Cobi!" I had no problems with it Sunday and Monday nights, but oh, those Monday and Tuesday mornings.
So what pisses me off about this is...I was walking and exercising all last week. I would put on running clothes and go for a nice, slow, casual walk around the National Mall during my lunch hour. I'd come home and work out on the Bowflex a couple of times. A pattern, a habit, was being formed because, even when I felt "meh," I was still doing it anyway. And now, I can't even use the Bowflex because even putting my foot on the floor causes enough pain that I can't focus.
And this happens every single time I try to exercise or change my habits.
March, when two friends visited, I said "ok, after they leave, hitting the exercise routine." That next morning, my toes hurt when I woke up. Toes I didn't stub, toes I've never broken, toes I didn't twist, just two toes that made it impossible for me to put on socks or shoes, let alone walk.
Febuary, when we put in new living room furniture. "Ok...this is good, this is change." Three hours later, I had to beg off dinner as my foot, which had nothing dropped on it, had nothing near it, hurt so bad I had to soak it in Epsom salts for three days.
Last November, a friend's wedding. I said "ok, I'm going to go back to DC and change." I get back, and my ankle decides that next day to flare up, to the point I had to turn my foot sideways to even attempt to limp.
And so on, and so on. I never hurt these parts of my body, but they love to flare up at the worst possible times. My Doctor says there's nothing wrong, no broken bones, no torn tendons, just that for some reason, my right foot and my right ankle (and these are the only parts of my body to do this) explode in pain every now and again.
I don't know if it's psychosomatic or if evil Paladins are sneaking into my room late at night and causing me pain, but I'm sick and tired of it. All I can do is throw myself back into my regiment as soon as I can, going even slower then I was to not risk aggrevating my foot again.
I just hate it. It feels like my own body doesn't want me to change. |
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