coming to terms, or not

[saffronhare]

I'm slowly coming to terms with the realization that my foot is going to need a Medical Opinion and perhaps some Intervention. This is the one we brutalized in Hapkideth class last week. For a few days, it seemed to be following a general curve of improvement, to the point were on Sunday I was very encouraged about it being all better quite soon, really.

Except that yesterday it was harder to walk again. I couldn't put on shoes -- had to wear slippers (snazzy ones with sturdy soles that one could maybe wear to the grocery store at 2 a.m., but still) -- and felt like a rock was stuck under the outside edge of the ball of my foot. Today, it's even MORE hurty and I almost cried at the notion of trying to get real shoes on again. That's not right.

I have an appointment with the doc on Monday for my Sinuses of Doom, but I don't know if I want to wait that long to get it checked out. This is very discouraging and I'm sure my judgment is impaired by persistent pain and a certain amount of dontwanna. WTF, feet.

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[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

As issues go, it's not exactly chronic. One figures structural errors can be fixed, right? I was just really excited about kicking ass again...so excited that I'm taking this roadblock more personally than I should. But I'm grateful for the movement I *can* do and the insurance that makes it possible for me to get this checked out before whatever-it-is heals badly.

It's just taking me a while to teach my thoughts how to behave, here.