I feel like a broken record: my foot hurts, I can’t do anything, blah blah blah. Unfortunately it looks like that will be my story for a while, so I’ll have to find new and exciting ways to say it. Verdict from the doctor is that my foot hurts and it’s going to hurt for a while. Fun, no?

Actually he was very helpful, insofar as it’s possible to help with this kind of nagging injury. He gave me a shoe insert to try (it lasted for a day and a half and by then it made my heel feel splintery. I took it out and went back to my others.), and sent me to physical therapy. I’m supposed to check in with him in a couple weeks to see if there’s any progress and if not, well, things may really get interesting.

Physical therapy introduced me to the truly novel sensation of having my foot ultrasounded. Spellcheck doesn’t think that’s a word, but that’s only because it’s never been ultrasounded. After being poked, prodded, and shot with whatever an ultrasound shoots (ultrasonic things, one would assume), I got iced down and sent home with the promise of less poking and prodding next time, and a sore(er) foot.

After only one PT appointment and a couple days of exercises I can hardly expect progress…Which is good, because there isn’t any. It’s not like I’m lame, I just can’t do anything more exciting than walk around, and I can’t go without shoes for long unless I want to be sore.

Anyway, enough about boring injuries. There are plenty of worse things that could have happened to me! I got back to the pool yesterday so at least I did something.