My poor feet!
Yesterday morning: scrambled out of bed, and... ooyah! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! What the ?
The pads of my heels hurt like the (there is just no appropriate simile) each time I put any pressure on them. I could barely walk.
First thing I did: grabbed my mobile phone and called Dad. "Help! What's happening to me?" (Handy to have a doctor father, eh?)
Dad thought it sounded like rheumatism, that my ligaments were inflamed. I was like, "What, rheumatism at TWENTY-FOUR?!!" How is that even possible?
Nevertheless Dad assured me that it happens, and might take a few months (a few months! Good grief!) to go off. He suggested I take some powerful painkillers, told me not to walk too much that day not a hard thing to do, believe me, when your feet are literally killing ya - and said to wear shoes with cushioned soles. "Sports shoes would be best," he said.
Oh drat. I have dozens of shoes but no sports shoes, a glaring lack in my "shoe collection". So I set out to remedy that. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right? *grin*
So I hobbled down the stairs and discovered that my knees weren't doing too good either. Sent a text message to Dad, apprising him of the fact. He called me and said, "Well, it could just be trauma. That will teach you not to exercise. Look at you you just need to do a little moving and your whole body disintegrates!" Ow ow ow ow.
I muttered, "Lord, I can't AFFORD to be off my feet, I need to go back to my old place this evening and clean everything up, and my new place is still a maze of boxes! Help!" Then I received a text message from Adeline, co-pastor of Soulcare. "What time are you going over to your old place? I'd like to help you clean it up."
Wow. Thank You, God!!!
Had to drive over to my old place, because my medicine collection is there. All those over-the-counter meds that I have for emergencies, dontcha know. Got to the office and gulped down my painkillers, then the paper's youth section coordinator called me on my mobile phone. "Have you seen the story in today's news about the proposal by one of the state governments to impose a curfew on teens? I want you to conduct a street poll. Go out to the secondary schools and ask the kids what they think of this."
There went Dad's "try not to walk too much" edict. Ha!
After work, Adeline and Catherine, who's one of the Soulcare people, helped me to clean up the old place. I finally discovered what that old adage "many hands make light work" is all about. It's the first time anyone has ever helped me in this way, and it's something I never expected; I was so stunned that they would come and help. Adeline even brought over a home-cooked dinner for me!
They said my ankles looked swollen; I hadn't noticed. Today, things seem to be slightly better. My new $279 Nikes do make a HUGE difference but my credit card bill is going to hit the roof this month!
When something goes wrong with my body, I start to realise how much I actually take for granted...