Worst. Weekend. Ever.
I spent all weekend either lying on my bed with my feet up, lying on the couch with my feet up, or hobbling around on two badly swollen feet. The only thing that felt good this weekend was soaking my sore feet in a tub of ice cold water 5 times a day. I hate being cooped up and being in so much pain that it keeps you from focusing on doing anything that would be constructive.
I had a slight ankle sprain earlier in the week (I'm not sure how that happened, to be honest), but since it didn't hurt a whole lot, I decided to go to work for 9 hours on Friday. Not a smart decision. Within an hour or 2, my right foot was throbbing with pain. However, I was able to hop around and do my job until my lunch break. I put my foot up in the car for an hour hoping that would do the trick...but it didn't. I really needed to finish one certain task before I left, and I was able to...but at the expense of both my feet! I hurt my left foot trying to keep weight off my right foot. I begged off the rest of my shift and left 2 hours early at 830...first time in 4 years that I couldn't finish a shift. I told them not to expect me Saturday morning either...when I got home, my feet were red and pounding with pain.
I tried elevating my feet, putting freezing gel on them, plunking them in ice cold water several times a day, drinking tons of water and eating cherries (all the websites I looked at recommeded that for some reason), taking ibuprofen twice every 4 hours...nothing worked.
My feet grew exponentially worse for no reason after the Rider game (caused by a loss, perhaps?), so I dropped my stubbornness and went to go see a doctor on Monday. Of course, seeing as though it was Thanksgiving, they were open later in the day, not regular hours. I couldn't even walk in the door, so they had to wheelchair me in. I don't know why, but I had fun in the wheelchair. I circled around the room a few times just to figure the contraption out. I have a newfound respect for wheelchair athletes who race these things at high speeds...it should definitely be a medal sport at the Olympics.
After waiting for 40 minutes, the Doc saw me for like a minute or 2 and gave me some high-strength pills to deal with the swelling. They're working slowly but surely because I can actually find where my ankles are on my feet, but I'm going to miss class tonight and most likely all of tomorrow because I can barely walk around the house (my grandmother lent me her walker), let alone campus, at this time. I'm feeling better now though, and I'll probably be fine and dandy just in time for my next shift on Thursday though...weeee.
I think this is a signal to me that I need some lifestyle changes. I was losing weight until the end of the summer and then I got lazy...not good because I tend to save my laziness for after the first snowfall. All this weight is not good for my feet, short term and long term. Might have to dig out the exercise bike because I hate running. Less chips and chocolate would help too, but working in a grocery store makes this a difficult task. I already drink a ton of water and I gave up caffienated Coke for non-caffienated some time ago, so I guess I'm off to a head start in some ways...
I DARE YOU to top this crummy weekend. First prize is a leftover can of cherries and my Grandma's walker.
I had a slight ankle sprain earlier in the week (I'm not sure how that happened, to be honest), but since it didn't hurt a whole lot, I decided to go to work for 9 hours on Friday. Not a smart decision. Within an hour or 2, my right foot was throbbing with pain. However, I was able to hop around and do my job until my lunch break. I put my foot up in the car for an hour hoping that would do the trick...but it didn't. I really needed to finish one certain task before I left, and I was able to...but at the expense of both my feet! I hurt my left foot trying to keep weight off my right foot. I begged off the rest of my shift and left 2 hours early at 830...first time in 4 years that I couldn't finish a shift. I told them not to expect me Saturday morning either...when I got home, my feet were red and pounding with pain.
I tried elevating my feet, putting freezing gel on them, plunking them in ice cold water several times a day, drinking tons of water and eating cherries (all the websites I looked at recommeded that for some reason), taking ibuprofen twice every 4 hours...nothing worked.
My feet grew exponentially worse for no reason after the Rider game (caused by a loss, perhaps?), so I dropped my stubbornness and went to go see a doctor on Monday. Of course, seeing as though it was Thanksgiving, they were open later in the day, not regular hours. I couldn't even walk in the door, so they had to wheelchair me in. I don't know why, but I had fun in the wheelchair. I circled around the room a few times just to figure the contraption out. I have a newfound respect for wheelchair athletes who race these things at high speeds...it should definitely be a medal sport at the Olympics.
After waiting for 40 minutes, the Doc saw me for like a minute or 2 and gave me some high-strength pills to deal with the swelling. They're working slowly but surely because I can actually find where my ankles are on my feet, but I'm going to miss class tonight and most likely all of tomorrow because I can barely walk around the house (my grandmother lent me her walker), let alone campus, at this time. I'm feeling better now though, and I'll probably be fine and dandy just in time for my next shift on Thursday though...weeee.
I think this is a signal to me that I need some lifestyle changes. I was losing weight until the end of the summer and then I got lazy...not good because I tend to save my laziness for after the first snowfall. All this weight is not good for my feet, short term and long term. Might have to dig out the exercise bike because I hate running. Less chips and chocolate would help too, but working in a grocery store makes this a difficult task. I already drink a ton of water and I gave up caffienated Coke for non-caffienated some time ago, so I guess I'm off to a head start in some ways...
I DARE YOU to top this crummy weekend. First prize is a leftover can of cherries and my Grandma's walker.
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