So I finally went to see a podiatrist last week. I've been putting it off for a long time now, knowing it was inevitable when my usual cures didn't work.
For years I've had problems with my feet. If I stand or walk for any length of time I pay a price for is later in the day when I experience a lot of pain on standing and walking. I've dealt with it pretty much in silence because I hate to complain and I figured it was just a passing thing so no big deal. My mother had foot issues which resulted in major surgery when she was younger than I am now. So I've tried to baby mine and keep them healthy - perhaps delaying the inevitable.
According to the doctor this is more heredity than useage, so it is what it is. I have what he described as "huge" bone spurs on both heels and serious plantar fasciitis. I was told to rest, take anti-inflammatory drugs, and wear inserts in my heels. We are taking a "conservative approach" which is fine with me. I'm hoping for the best.
Most of all though, I feel vindicated. Now my husband, who is the person who's heard most of my complaining over these past months, surely knows I'm not a wimp and there was good reason for my moaning and groaning. Unfortunately, vindication doesn't take away the pain...but on the upside - it isn't fatal!