Poor Sad Foot

Here's a rich visual for all of you...I'm getting ready for bed wearing nothing but my snow boots.

No, it's not JCrew meets Hugh Hefner, it's doctor's advice. No kidding.

I went in again to have them look at my foot and they told me that yes, it's still all sorts of busted and yes, I'm doing everything I can and should. They gave me a pamphlet. I looked at the nurse and said, "I paid thirty bucks for a pamphlet?" She smiled and said it was a very good resource. Touche.

Alas. Kaiser, because of my age and the relative briefness of my home treatments, doesn't want to send me to podiatry just yet. I need to treat the foot and expect a recovery equal to the time that I've been afflicted...that means that I'll be laid up with this bum foot for the rest of the summer. *groans*

Her advice...
* No going barefoot at all ever.
* No exercise that isn't biking or swimming
* I need to ice my foot on my breaks at work and after work
* She doubled my dose of Aleve bringing my total consumption up to 4 pills a day (I'm a little afraid for my liver)
* Because I can't get a splint until I see the podiatrist, she told me to wear hiking boots to bed to keep my foot in position when I slept. (Since I never use my snow boots ever--I live in California--they're pristinely clean and good for odd requests.) This strikes me as odd...I mean even country songs tell you take your boots off before bed. Is Kaiser hastening the end of civilized society as we know it? It's something to consider.
* Oddly she did not tell me to lose weight which seems to be an obvious answer...perhaps so obvious she felt that she didn't need to say anything about it. Or perhaps she didn't want me further damaging my foot at the gym (which where I originally hurt it) trying to lose weight. Damn you plantar faciitis and your vicious circle!
* And she scared the holy hell out of me by mentioning the next stage of treatment --cortizone shots directly into my foot.....needles......ick....and by discussing the long term damage that untreated plantar faciitis can cause (bone spurs, no thank you).

I'm converted...I'm taking care of this poor sad foot even if it means going to bed looking like a nekkid ski bunny. (Btw. D cannot wait to see this one.)

And off I go...night all.

Very good to know...

You will sink in a mire. You like to think you're
normal, but deep down you really just want to
strip off your clothes and roll around in
chicken fat.


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Much Whining and Worrying.

Much like the character Jo in Little Women, my "one beauty" has always been my hair. I have really thick long wavy blonde/brown/red hair that's gotten me daily compliments my entire life.

And now it's falling out.

And that is very, very depressing.

Over the past couple months I've noticed that when I wash and brush my hair I've found a lot of it in the shower and in the brush. Way more than usual. I've gone to washing my hair every other day and brushing it a bit less to reduce the stress on it...but to no avail. Although it's not dramatically thinner, I am worried and am thinking about options...although I think it's a bit drastic to seek out female Rogaine, I just can't live with a half a head of hair. Oy.

And I'm wondering what the hell is going wrong with it. I'm 26, there's no female pattern balding in my family, and I'm used to having a great big full head of hair. So what the hell is happening?

Argh.

( More Hair Nonsense )

So tonight is the big Harry Potter release party at one of my favorite little bookstores and I'm tempted to go to, but not without the fortification of a pitcher of margaritas first. I've gotta assume that's a little wrong, but it is my Friday night and a girl's gotta live once and while. I'm dragging D along...he can Nerd Alert me all he likes...this is a once (or seventh) in a lifetime event.