Achilles Tendonitis. If that’s not a sermon-title waiting to happen, I don’t know what is!
If it just didn’t hurt so much. That’s what it’s been doing for about five years now. Five years! Dr. Weiskopf (yes, my foot doctor’s name is “wise head”) finally convinced me to do some PT. (Whether that stands for Physical Therapy or Physical Torture, I’m still not sure. =:-o )
Lauren, my torturer, I mean, therapist, is teaching me a lot…like, how oblivious to what my feet have been doing the past few years (I had no idea that my left big toe is avoiding touching the floor like it has cooties.)….like, how my “presenting pain” is only the tip of the iceberg (Who knew that heel pain is connected to calf pain?)…like, how if you do the exercises over and over healing–eventually–comes.
I’m learning a lot from Lauren and am so grateful she knows how to help my foot heal. This, I really couldn’t do on my own.