It's Day 4 of this tremendously 'interesting' battle between Ems and chocolate. Ems is, so far, in the lead by ignoring all the chocolate calling for her in the stores "Eeeeems, I'm here! You need me!" It almost sounds a bit pervy but that's what they usually call out to me but perhaps my ability to "hear" them has disappeared alongside with the other voices in my head. Nah, only joking - I still hear the other voices...
Anyway, my heel hurts a lot. I don't think I've mentioned it before but it seems kind of a stupid thing to complain about. But it hurts so bad. Imagine the feeling of the heel bone grinding against the floor/shoe when you walk with only a bit of skin in between? Yeah, well that's how it feels. Bloody painful. I looked it up as Boyfriend is of no use here: "Don't know shit about heels, maybe you've sprained a tendon or something?" So much use for a Boyfriend who's a doctor!
Listen, pal! I've sprained a helluva lot of tendons in my days, knee-tendons, ankle-tendons, other foot-tendons etc etc. and they we're not as painful as this is. I mean, I'm not even in the mood for shopping!*Gasp!* Horror!! Something is seriously wrong.
So I looked it up on the internet. It may be that I have a case of: ... wait while I copy and paste it.... oh here we go: Plantar Fasciitis and even though it sounds as a slight case of fascism, it isn't. Boyfriend said it was a good diagnosis and it could be treated with an injection straight into the painful area. Yeay! I've always dreamt of having a needle stuck in my heel and especially during summer as my soles are tough as leather from running around barefoot (some never grow up). The scary thing is that it might be worth it as long as the pain goes away - and that's how much it hurts...
I may need a chockie bar now...
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