I didn’t sleep very well last night. Although I was anxious about today’s vet visit, it wasn’t that which kept me awake. It was pain.
I first noticed a problem in the afternoon when I stood up and my foot hurt. I hadn’t twisted it, though that’s what it felt like, and when I took my slippers and socks off, there was no swelling. I prodded and poked it, turned, and flexed it, and in certain positions, it hurt………….. a lot………. so the logical thing to do is not to twist/turn/flex it that way.
Walking the dog was painful. Not to the extent of needing a stick or crutches, but every step was an effort and catch my balance wrong, well, I was limping by the time I got home.
The cream I use on my hands for my arthritis is aspirin based and damn good stuff, so I applied some of that and kept my feet up until the next walk.
It was better, but not good.
By bedtime, Hubby and I were majorly compatible as he is always in constant pain and I was a close second.
The result was I couldn’t get comfy in bed, and tossing and turning didn’t help much, so I had a pretty restless night. Maggie on the other hand was stretched diagonally snoring her head off having kindly given me four inches of mattress on the window side.
First thing this morning I took some paracetamol and it’s helped.
I know what the problem is now. Process of elimination and common sense really.
For short walks, both of us wear these.
Ours aren’t a branded make, just a cheap pair of crocs which are ideal for walking down the garden instead of wearing slippers.
The problem is there is no foot or ankle support and the straps are uncomfortable for me if I wear them behind my heel as Hubby does. But they are easy to get on and off and when you’re in a hurry, hot and bothered, or have an excited dog bouncing in your face and yanking your arm out of its socket as she’s tangled herself up with you and her lead, well, it’s an easy option.
Photo: July 2017
Being plastic, they also have no weight, or sole thickness, so when they’re wearing out, you feel every stone, hump and bump in the pavement, and as our pavements nearly all have a camber on them, well, Bingo, Bob’s your Uncle, there’s the ‘twist’.
Getting old sucks. It was bad enough nearly falling flat on my face the last time I tried to wear heels for my niece’s wedding three years ago and ended up wearing a pair of nurse’s mules, sadly a stockist for which I can no longer find.
This is me also in July 2017 in my posh frock (Maggie’s bow was a good match as she went to the wedding too) which I haven’t worn since as I actually have no shoes to go with it!
So today, I have worn my trainers every time when I’ve gone out walking, and the pain has eased considerably.