Thank you for all the kind commiserations with my painful heel. Right now, sitting here at the dining table, typing away, with my foot tucked in behind my other leg, I have NO PAIN. Such a divine feeling. However, when the washer or dryer buzzer calls, and I stand up, the pain shrieks through my leg and I slowly limp off towards the garage to get the next load of laundry.
I am slowly working on my list of preparations for the next two weeks with our grandchildren. This heel problem has literally set me back on my heels, causing me to pare down the tasks I need to do. Terry is stepping in and taking on more of the responsibility. I have given him a heads-up about what will need to be done on Saturday and he has been agreeable.
My doctor ordered a blood test which I shlepped out early yesterday morning to get. I even felt good enough to stop at an ATM for some cash. A few more phone calls during the day told me I had to pick up a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and that I had an appointment for Thursday with a podiatrist. My internist’s office called to say I would be scheduled for an echocardiogram on Monday. I had to turn down that invitation as we will be out of town. However, she insisted that I come in the following Monday. I’m sure my grandchildren will be fine staying with Grampa and watching cartoons.
I’ve never been to a podiatrist so I am sort of looking forward to that appointment later today. Unfortunately, our afternoon temperature will be around 104 degrees when I go to it.