So. I started PT for my heels on Monday.
- I have to go three times a week.
- I apparently have poor mobility in my foot joints . . .
- I'm getting cortisone, but NOT shots. It's called iontophoresis, or something like that. It's diffused into my feet electronically . . . (it's like Star Trek :-D)
- I have to stretch multiple times a day.
- I have to ice multiple times a day.
- I have to attempt to grab a towel with my toes multiple times a day . . . I suck at this and it gives me foot cramps . . .
I was OK on all this stuff, until the therapist said, "oh yeah, no, you're not supposed to be riding your bike." And "um . . . no, no wall squats, no Bosu lunges."
I'm managing not to curse. I know that this is temporary - the new doctor said that I WILL be able to walk for exercise again, just not very soon and I will most likely have to wear orthotics (those are special inserts for your shoes that support your feet properly), and stretch a really lot - for the rest of my natural life - to be able to do so.
That's OK. I'm fine with that. I'll stretch it if means that I will eventually be able to exercise normally again . . .
But for now, no weight training or cardio that involves some sort of medial something or other of the feet . . . I'm going to ask tomorrow if I can swim. Well, of course I CAN swim, I've been swimming since I learned at the Thornridge High School pool in Dolton when I was a little kid. I was even life guard qualified. Not when I was a little kid, though. Later. I never worked as a life guard, I was just qualified. OMG I'm so tired.
It's really late. Me and my iced heels are going to bed now.