My absolutely fabulous internist sent me to an absolutely fabulous podiatrist. Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. She only works with the best.
The podiatrist was also thrilled to know that my internist was back at work after almost a year’s battle for her health. We both agreed she was too good a doctor to lose. He was pleased to know that she had taken X-rays of my heel and done some blood work so as to rule out other problems with my left foot.
His exam showed that it is not bursitis as the bursa is doing just fine, but rather tendonitis. Just by pressing at the very base of heel and my immediate scream, he could diagnose it. As some of you have already posted in your comments, I need to slow down a bit and stretch more. I thought I was stretching with the exercises I do, but I guess it’s not enough. Had I been in town for the next couple of weeks, he would have sent me to physical therapy. I may still take him up on that after the grandchildren are on their way home. This is not an ailment I want to have return.
For now I have a boot for the day time, a splint for the night time. The podiatrist prescribed two topical anti-inflammatories–a gel for the day; a patch while sleeping. The gel is so good that my pharmacist said many people whose insurance will not pay for it will buy it themselves. Fortunately, my insurance covered all but $35. So far, I think it’s money well spent. As of this morning I am walking with almost no pain. And by walking, I mean real walking, not limping like a peg-legged pirate.
Our daughter called to check on me this morning and was glad to hear I am on the mend. As were the small grandchildren. They are looking forward to us joining them at the concert in the park next Thursday and spending the week with them. Judah was pleased to hear that I had found another garbage truck for him as I stood around the pharmacy waiting for my prescriptions to be filled. Life for the retired school teacher is looking pretty good right now. I’ll keep you apprised as to how it goes these next few days.