Sunday, September 12, 2010
♪♫♪ Walking On Broken Glass♪♫♪
Here's where we altered our morning ritual.
I walked to the edge of our bedroom door, which gives way right into the kitchen. Sure enough. The glass didn't make it to the sink. I scurried to help get it cleaned up, trying to be careful not to step on any glass. Fail.
I noticed Friday afternoon, I have some slight pain in the ball of my right foot. I examined. Didn't see anything. Friday evening. Same thing. Figured I have some sort of small bit of glass in my foot. Soaked in Epsom salts, looked and looked and looked. Still can't find anything. Walk around a little. No pain.
Get up Saturday morning. No worries. Planning a 12 mile run. At about mile two, the pain in my foot is slight. By mile 3-4, my left leg (shin, knee, hip) is really bothering me. I'm having some tummy issues. Just really not feeling the run. At mile 5, I bail. Defeat.
I start walking back to the parking lot (about a mile) and my right foot really starts to hurt. Shooting pain with every step in one needle-sized point.
I make it back to my car, head home. Clean up a little, and then crawl back into bed to mope about my failed run. A couple hours later, I get up and eat. And begin Project Glass Extraction.
I wish I could say "I got it out!" but I'm not sure I did. It doesn't hurt all the time now, but every once in a while I get that pinpoint pain when walking. I can't seem to duplicate the pain while pressing on the spot while examining the spot. Le Sigh.
Truthfully, I feel ridiculous "going to the doctor" for what could be just bruising at this point. Suggestions welcome.