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How Does This Change Things?
Oct. 22nd, 2008 08:11 amYesterday I learned that I'm probably going to be in pain for the rest of my life.
That sounds dramatic, doesn't it? It's not nearly as bad as all that, but at the same time that's what keeps running through my head. My brain wants to make this a much bigger issue than it really is, and I have to keep reminding myself that while this means I have to make a few changes in my day-to-day life, it's really not that bad.
Still, yesterday I learned that my right foot is probably going to hurt me for the rest of my life.
See? The traitorous brain throws the thought out there before I can really stop it. I don't want to make an internal or external drama over this, knowing through research and talking with some very helpful person that just because I have some condition that sounds more like a garden dictatorship than the cause of some major foot discomfort doesn't mean that I can't deal with it and not have to worry about it. Sure, it will always be there, but some folks have successfully gone years without any kind of pain, just because they're careful.
Yesterday I learned that I'm going to have to change my life so that I don't walk in pain every day.
Well, at least I know I can make changes to make things better. At least I know that this condition is extremely common. I'm not alone, which is nice, and lots of people have dealt with the issue, know what to do, and how to handle what I'm going through. Support is good, both the kind that other people give me to help me to deal with my treacherous brain telling me that I'm going to hurt forever, and the kind of support that I'm going to have to put in my shoes.
Yesterday, the doctor told me the only thing I could do was take medicine to feel better.
That scared me. When a medical professional says that the only thing you can do short of some cortisone injections when the pain gets really bad is to take some anti-inflammatory medicine every morning for the rest of your life, it tends to add stress to your life, even if it's just minor. There's nothing else to do? Just, medicine, and deal with it? Well, no, actually. I can lose weight. I can buy expensive shoes with good arch support. I can ice my heel to reduce the swelling naturally. I can be more cautious in my movements while walking so as not to stress this more. I have to stop jogging, which I've been doing to try to help lose weight. The important thing is that there are changes I can make.
Yesterday, I learned that if I want to feel better, I can't go barefoot anymore.
Okay, I have to admit, that sucks.
It's still better than the alternative.
That sounds dramatic, doesn't it? It's not nearly as bad as all that, but at the same time that's what keeps running through my head. My brain wants to make this a much bigger issue than it really is, and I have to keep reminding myself that while this means I have to make a few changes in my day-to-day life, it's really not that bad.
Still, yesterday I learned that my right foot is probably going to hurt me for the rest of my life.
See? The traitorous brain throws the thought out there before I can really stop it. I don't want to make an internal or external drama over this, knowing through research and talking with some very helpful person that just because I have some condition that sounds more like a garden dictatorship than the cause of some major foot discomfort doesn't mean that I can't deal with it and not have to worry about it. Sure, it will always be there, but some folks have successfully gone years without any kind of pain, just because they're careful.
Yesterday I learned that I'm going to have to change my life so that I don't walk in pain every day.
Well, at least I know I can make changes to make things better. At least I know that this condition is extremely common. I'm not alone, which is nice, and lots of people have dealt with the issue, know what to do, and how to handle what I'm going through. Support is good, both the kind that other people give me to help me to deal with my treacherous brain telling me that I'm going to hurt forever, and the kind of support that I'm going to have to put in my shoes.
Yesterday, the doctor told me the only thing I could do was take medicine to feel better.
That scared me. When a medical professional says that the only thing you can do short of some cortisone injections when the pain gets really bad is to take some anti-inflammatory medicine every morning for the rest of your life, it tends to add stress to your life, even if it's just minor. There's nothing else to do? Just, medicine, and deal with it? Well, no, actually. I can lose weight. I can buy expensive shoes with good arch support. I can ice my heel to reduce the swelling naturally. I can be more cautious in my movements while walking so as not to stress this more. I have to stop jogging, which I've been doing to try to help lose weight. The important thing is that there are changes I can make.
Yesterday, I learned that if I want to feel better, I can't go barefoot anymore.
Okay, I have to admit, that sucks.
It's still better than the alternative.
