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My right heel is killing me.  I'm not sure when it started, but it's been less than a week.  The last couple of days, I went from "Man, my foot really hurts when I get out of bed," to completely turning into a hobbled creature who limps from chair to chair throughout the day. 

In the last few days, I've developed a pronouced limp, which comes and goes.  The last couple of nights, when I got home, instead of taking Olive around the block, I've been crashing in our courtyard, tossing the ball until she poops.  I know I'm totally cheating her out of her daily dose of neighborhood smells and the locals showing her some love, but my heel will have none of it.

When I walk on it, it feels like I stepped on a nail.    Most likely, what I have is a bad case of Plantar fasciitis.   Two of the main causes of PF is bad footwear and being a fattie.  Two for two.

That's what I get for wearing flip-flops and flats all summer.  Bah!  I need to shoe shop this weekend and get better supporting footwear to start.  Bah.  On the Top Ten List of things that are the most Un-Girlish of Me...Shoe shopping/Love of Shoes is number one with a bullet.  Don't get me wrong, I have that girl-gene that can appreciate a really good bag or pair of shoes.  I agree that heels make a woman's legs look kickass.  But, I've never understood the orgasmic way some women get about footwear.  Honest.  I don't get it. 

If I'm still hobbling next week, I'll make plans to see the doctor.  I'm so not excited about that prospect.  One, we changed our insurance last spring.  I'm now on one of those CHDP (or some anagram of You're Own Your Fucking Own, Good Fucking Luck!) accounts.  And we just started it, so there's not a whole lot "in" the account yet.  Also, the guy I had down as my primary has changed.  Also, with the new program, I literally have to take a form letter to the doctor's office in regards of how they should bill me and submit invoices for payment.  It's a glorious day for red tape! Of course, now that I actually have a health issue that requires service...hell if I know where I put that letter.

Two, I'm highly aware of my status as "fattie" and how that may be impacting both my foot pain and my health in general.  I'm really not in the mood to take time off of work just to have someone tell me I need to lose weight.  I know I need to lose weight.  I get it.  My brain's just not quite in gear with my will to get on the workout bandwagon.  

But, not being able to walk?  That might do the trick.  It's one thing for folks to stare at your sizable ass.  It's a whole 'notha issue when they stare at you while your sizable ass is limping down the hall like Quasimodo.

As I was hobbling down the hall, a co-workered parried with,

You're limping.

[look directly at co-worker]   I know.   (continue to limp down the hall)

What's the matter? 

[deadpan]    All the stress I usually carring in my back is now being stored entirely in my right heel.

That sucks. You know, if you did that here you can apply for worker's comp.

Oof.