joy and jubilee
After filing yesterday’s extremely humble missive on the topic of my disintegrating feet, the rest of my body began heading southward, perhaps in sympathy with the stockmarket.
First, the achy back, then hips and shoulders. Then some crazy fool seemed to have turned the air-conditioning on at Antarctic levels. 90 minutes later the heater seemed to come on, and I was sweating profusely.
Oh man, I hate being sick.
Feet
A bit of googling on the topic of “plantar fascia” wasn’t entirely cheering. Anything on “Plantar fasciitis” tends to mention other unpleasant words like “painful”, “debilitating” and “six to eighteen months to find a favourable resolution”. See Wikipedia. That article also mentions injections of corticosteroids and surgery.
This didn’t do much for my mood, let me tell you. Especially the “six to eighteen months” thing.
On the plus side, it seems to be a lot better this morning. I did some massaging last night and today there’s no heel pain at all. I have a slight pins and needles sensation in the sole of my foot, but that could be psychosomatic.
Joy and Jubilee
By the way, the title of today’s post comes from a song by Bonnie “Prince” Billy which always amuses me.
Next time you’re in Rio
You’ll probably want to go to the carnivale. Why not? I would. When they’re not disintegrating, my feet like nothing more than a good samba.
The thing is, you need to be a bit careful when purchasing tickets for the Sambodromo. See this page from Brazil’s Tourism Office: the Sambodromo. Particularly the bit about sector 8:
Sector 8: If you are offered tickets for this sector, do not purchase them. The sector does not exist.
Also, Sector 10:
Sector 10: Please do not purchase tickets for this sector. See Sector 8.
And Sector 12:
Sector 12: Please do not purchase tickets for this sector. See sector 8 and 10.
It may be safer just to stick to odd number sectors, just to be on the safe side.
If you’re feeling rich, the “camarotes” sound like the place to be. Apparently:
Here you will enjoy excellent catering and delicious eye-candy. The media feeds hungrily on the camarotes every year, eating up every naughty episode of the high-profile crowd.
The eye-candy sounds okay but I’m not sure about being eaten up.
Pretty good post today eh? Running, medical advice and travel advisories!
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DO NOT GOOGLE INJURIES!!!
99% of the time it settles pretty quickly if you take care of it. My Doc has offered me a cortisone injection for my current flare up but a course of Voltaren has settled it, as well as the ice and tennis ball massage. It can become chronic but you have to be pretty unlucky, it generally shuffles off as quickly as it turns up. Also, try not to walk about the house barefoot until is clears up.
Chills and hot flushes, are you sure you are not going through the menopause?
I know, I know…
Unfortunately, I didn’t need to google, scary diagnoses came straight to this blog, courtesy of AJH.
I have a long history of slight niggles that I ignore and they go away. That’s my way of dealing with these things.
As for “the change”, you could be right. I don’t think childbirth is likely for me.
Sorry if I scared you, but it is important to be informed. My wife went down the cortisone injection route, but even they did not help her much. She thinks it is most unfair that I am the runner (she is not) yet she has the injury common to runners.
..hope its not PF… i like the ostrich-ing when it comes to injuries..surely if you dont acknowledge it -it cant be real yeah???