Well, the foot pain has greatly subsided. It hurt like the dickens for about a week and then gradually got better. The swelling has decreased and after I put some moderately cushioned insoles in my shoes it has all but gone away. I have an appointment with a podiatrist this Friday and I think I'll still go just to see what is going on. I still think it is plantar fasciitis.
After much pondering and looking at our house from an accessible standpoint it just seems best that I go to my daughter Jamie's house after surgery. We have too many steps in our house. Also because I will need someone with me 24/7 for about 2-3 weeks we decided I need to wait to have the surgery until after school is out and my daughters are available to help me. So that makes it June. It will be hard to wait because of the pain I'm having but it would be a lot easier on everyone (including me) if we waited.
One good thing is the doctor prescribed something for pain and I just take one tablet at bedtime. It has helped immensely and I'm finally able to get a good night's sleep.
Sometimes the information age can be a little overwhelming. Especially when we use it to google our symptoms and before we can shut off the computer we've self diagnosed ourselves with at least 12 terminal diseases. I've researched hip precautions after a total hip replacement and am convinced my hip will be out of socket before I get to the car to come home. I realize more and more that there are times when ignorance truly is bliss!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We are currently interviewing candidates for my job. So far I haven't seen anyone I think is a good fit. But then I don't know if I'm totally objective. I think I am but who knows for sure.
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Oh, that urge to self-diagnose in this age of the internet is just too tempting. June seems like such a long way off, but I know it isn't really. Take care of yourself.
June will be here before you know it and I am just glad you have someone to help you. I bet your surgery goes just fine and recovery will be easier than you think!
Back in the 50s my mother bought what we called the "doctor book" from a door-to-door salesman. It covered everything from flat feet to dandruff.
Mother started reading and within days she had convinced herself she had at least a half dozen diseases. She went to our family doctor with a list. He looked it over and agreed that she had scoliosis, which she'd had from early childhood, but assured her that she most certainly did not have an enlarged prostate!
She was still complaining that he didn't know what he was talking about when I was studying medicine. The doctor book was "delicate" in its descriptions and had - God forbid - no illustrations of the condition.
But I took out a more informative text and showed her where and what a prostate gland was and she was totally and understandably mortified. The "doctor book" disappeared into a trunk or drawer somewhere and she quit self-diagnosing.
I still laugh, and I wonder how that poor doctor kept a straight face.
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