Day! It was one.
Sep. 20th, 2007 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The best part of my day, bar none: learning that the physical therapist could sell orthotics to the insurance company as "necessary for healing" and not "maintenance" -- which means I'm going to get them for my standard generic prescription copay of ten dollars. AWESOME.
Worst part of my day: Well, see, I need orthotics...
Also, I've been diagnosed with plantar fasciitis secondary to extremely crap stance (my phrase, not theirs), and apparently secondary to the fact that I can't lift my feet up more than 5* with my heels on the table. Apparently this is startling and very low. (Because my knees bend backwards, and this permits me to not angle my feet as much, and also requires me to roll them to the side? Or something? Biomechanics are beyond me.)
ALSO also, I've got to go in for regular hour-long appointments, in which people will do a kind of friction massage that they're supposed to "keep doing until it stops hurting" (this is why, when people say, "oh, your physical therapist is doing massage? sweet!" you should smack them). Also strange things with pulsing ultrasound, and weird stretches, some of which I'm supposed to do on my own. And lots of ice. They're like "here! you've just finished an hour of awkward stretches! please stick this ice straight on your foot for five minutes." OWWWW.
I am now prohibited: sandals, heels of any kind, long walks, sitting for more than an hour at a time, blahblahblah.
I am surprisingly okay with this whole thing, mostly because they swear to me that the orthotics will make me stop wanting to stab people, and because I'm so happy that people were taking me seriously.
Worst part of my day: Well, see, I need orthotics...
Also, I've been diagnosed with plantar fasciitis secondary to extremely crap stance (my phrase, not theirs), and apparently secondary to the fact that I can't lift my feet up more than 5* with my heels on the table. Apparently this is startling and very low. (Because my knees bend backwards, and this permits me to not angle my feet as much, and also requires me to roll them to the side? Or something? Biomechanics are beyond me.)
ALSO also, I've got to go in for regular hour-long appointments, in which people will do a kind of friction massage that they're supposed to "keep doing until it stops hurting" (this is why, when people say, "oh, your physical therapist is doing massage? sweet!" you should smack them). Also strange things with pulsing ultrasound, and weird stretches, some of which I'm supposed to do on my own. And lots of ice. They're like "here! you've just finished an hour of awkward stretches! please stick this ice straight on your foot for five minutes." OWWWW.
I am now prohibited: sandals, heels of any kind, long walks, sitting for more than an hour at a time, blahblahblah.
I am surprisingly okay with this whole thing, mostly because they swear to me that the orthotics will make me stop wanting to stab people, and because I'm so happy that people were taking me seriously.
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Date: 2007-09-20 03:11 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-22 12:27 am (UTC)So: go them! Even if the friction massage hurts a lot.
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Date: 2007-09-20 09:30 pm (UTC)But if it makes your feet stop hurting, that will be a good thing.
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