I believe I have peroneal tendinitis. Now of course this is a self-diagnosis made with the aid of my many medical associates who live on the internet. Before I began to consult with them, I thought the only thing which had a name like "peroneal" on or in my body was something farther north of the foot and of course is not spelled the same but is spelled "perineum" and no, I will not be posting a picture here of THAT area because, well, I love you. I do.
And here's another thing I just learned on the internet- men have perineal areas too.
For all the good that four years of nursing school did me I might as well have spent the time waitressing in a truck stop.
Nah. They probably taught me all of this stuff. I just forgot it.
Anyway, yes, back to my foot.
I noticed in yoga one day that I had a strange and new pain in my foot during the triangle and warrior poses. Huh. I figured it would go away. I have been figuring this about the pain in my hip for approximately twenty years and so far it hasn't but I have not yet given up hope. I did go to several doctors about that twenty years ago and none of them could figure anything out so I have learned to live with it and when it gets bad, I admit I have an Ibuprofen deficiency and just take measures to fix that problem and that works quite well.
But this foot pain. Hmmmm....
It kept getting, oh, how you say?
Worse.
I knew I should be doing something like RICE. That's rest, ice, compression and elevation for those of you who are not in the know, who don't have your finger on the pulse of the medical world.
But did I?
Oh hell no.
I did things like go back to yoga, walk, and clean the porch for eight hours.
I did take the Ibuprofen, which helped tremendously.
So last night I got online and consulted with the experts and discovered that yes, I probably have this peroneal tendinitis and yes, treatment is RICE, not work-through-the-pain and take Ibuprofen and the occasional beer. It is more apt to happen in very active people, athletes, people with high arches and oh yes, the older person.
Okay. I'm pretty active, I am not an athlete but I do exercise, and I have high arches. And yes, yes, yes, I get a discount at Goodwill on Tuesdays.
So. Here I am. What do I do? I want to walk because dammit, I need to fit into my jeans by first frost. I really, really do. This is so damn frustrating.
Not as frustrating as what poor Lily is going through. She's taken the castor oil this morning. And as one web site I visited last night pointed out, DO NOT CONFUSE CASTOR OIL WITH CASTROL WHICH IS AN AUTOMOTIVE OIL AND NOT TO BE TAKEN INTERNALLY!!!!!
Phew. I sure hope Lily got that one right.
I feel certain she did. I mean, who in their right mind would go to an automotive store to buy something to drink to induce labor?
Oh wait. A woman who is 41 weeks pregnant is not, by definition, in her right mind.
But still.
So that's what's going on here. May is feeling better. We are hoping she does not have the H1N1 and I am gimpy and Lily is still pregnant but she will not be for long. Tomorrow is the day that if labor has not commenced, they in the REAL medical profession will begin to get more assertive and aggressive about getting things going.
Life is just so exciting right now! And I say that with not one shred of irony.
Here we go! Limping into the bright light of a new day with a new baby who will surely make his arrival soon!
Let us rejoice. Let us not google-image "Perineum" and let us all be happy and well.
You may wear whatever color you want today.
Love....Ms. Moon
