Plantar fascitis. A weird name for a weird affliction.
My experience with PF started in the summer of 2007 after an unusually challenging session of yoga with a substitute yoga instructor who pushed us like a drill sergeant. First it was only my right foot, and then showed up in the left. It was more painful that I could have ever imagined, and since I had a job requiring me to be on my feet all of the time, it was excruciating. I researched it, tried stretching, etc. but it kept getting worse. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, it would get even more horrible. Finally it was keeping me awake at night, and I went to a CW doctor. Thus followed an expensive odyssey of orthotics (useless), stretching (useless), exercises (useless). A doctor pushed me to let her operate, but I resisted. I got more inactive, fatter, and tried to figure out how to live with the pain.
Fast forward to Spring 2011. Many life changes but PF accompanied me on every one of them! I was driving home from work, looking forward to having a few days off, but realized that I was coming down with a cold - a very unusual event for me. I am rarely sick. I stopped at the store and bought some supplies - chicken soup, Advil.
To be continued...
I wish I could take credit for that wonderful 'Feeling Sexy' thread, but it was the fabulous Pebbles who started it. I HAVE been enjoying it, however. And learning new things. :)
Does this tease mean your PF has been helped? Come on, post again! Tell!
LOL! Yes, stripes are a hot item this year. Haven't bought any yet because I tend to buy off the clearance rack, especially now that I don't expect to be wearing my clothes for the next ten years. Which means I'm not too up with the latest trends. Oh well.
But you certainly are starting to sound like a member of the Red Hat Society, or whatever it's called. That is the extremely nice thing about middle age, you quit caring about all those silly rules that have no logical function. I heard a while back that you're not supposed to wear white before Memorial Day. Give me a break. There are enough rules that actually matter in life, or that I am legally obliged to conform to, there is no way I am piling a bunch of extra rules on myself that are just designed to show who's "in" and who isn't. I'm out. I wear what I want. I don't mind wearing current styles if I happen to like them, but I'm not going to renew my wardrobe yearly just to keep up.
Ironically, I'm probably more stylish now than I've ever been, just because I've been obliged to get so much new stuff. But I am really looking forward to finding my permanent shape, so I can shop with the long term in mind. Do you know that even my hat and shoe sizes have gone down? That totally freaked me. Ticked me off a wee bit. I had one of those men's wool caps (what do they call them? Driving caps) that I was quite fond of and now it won't stay propped up at all. No more swelled head keeping it in place. ;) Apart from the quirky look, I liked it because I could fold it in half and throw it in my purse when I wasn't wearing it, which I can't do with my felt cloche.
Sorry for the abrupt tease above - I was at work and got called away suddenly, then went home and was so knackered I fell into bed (oh beautiful sheets!).
So...I am driving home with my cold supplies - soup, Advil, and I determined that I was going to just go with it - baby myself and not suffer more than I had to. The world will not end if I decided to stay in bed for a day or two or three. I did in fact come down with a full-blown cold with the attendant icky symptoms - cough, sniffles, aches, etc. I can't take any type of OTC cold medicine, so I just took Advil for the inflammation. I burrowed down in the sheets and hibernated, listened to music, read books. At this time the PF was pretty bad. I have one of those boots you wear to keep your foot flexed, and I wore that quite a bit as I found it was the one thing that sometimes helped. I switched it from foot to foot at regular intervals. Four days went by, and my cold disappeared, just as the 'experts' tell you it will, but rarely seems to happen in real life. In real life it lingers for three or four weeks and makes your life miserable. But here I was, almost totally cold-free and...PF free. After four days of rest, Vitamin I, and passive stretching, after years of pain and dysfunction, the PF was almost completely gone. No doctor had EVER recommended rest for the PF. If I had known - I will always wonder, to the end of my days, if I had merely taken a couple of days off work and rested the feet, would I have saved myself years of really significant pain and possibly changed the course of my life? During the PF period, I actually obtained and then quit my dream job because it required me to be on my feet even more than normal and I just couldn't take it - it was agonizing - at the end of my 12-hour shift my face would be gray and creased with pain lines. And I am not a drama queen, believe me, it was terrible. Now that my feet are pain-free, it is hard for me remember and imagine how bad it was.
But to get back to the cure - four days of rest, Advil, passive stretching. I still can't believe it. Now, the road wasn't completely smooth, as I continued to get occasional flare-ups, although never as bad as previously, and usually triggered by trying to run or do certain yoga asanas. But since going primal only a short time ago, I have run a couple of times and last night I walked around barefoot in the hallways for 15 minutes (socks only in non-patient areas of the hospital - I'm not crazy) and my feet feel great.
When I think back of all the things I was told by CW doctors, it was all just so counter-intuitive. Like - you need orthotics forever, it is like a cast for your foot. Me thinking - hmmm....casts are normally only worn until the body part has healed, not forever. At the worst point, the bottom of my feet were so swollen that it was visible to the naked eye and a decent x-ray couldn't be obtained. Yet the doctor never suggested I get off my feet. In fact I was told to stay on my feet, that they basically would get better or they wouldn't. This really annoys me. I am not and have never been a slacker, but when I think of all the money I spent, all the time wasted, all the suffering - yeah, CW medicine seriously let me down.
So that is my PF story. I have left lots of stuff out because it was a long, painful, complex journey and I can only hit the highlights here.
Oh my. And they wonder why we self-diagnose... and try treatments we find on the Internet.
Don't get me wrong. Doctors have literally saved my life. What they are very good at, they are very good at. But chronic conditions are where modern Western medicine gets it supremely wrong.
Did you ever go back to any of those doctors and let them have it? Or at least inform them so they could help the next person better?
Oh, wow. You need to post this experience on one of the discussion threads. It might really help someone. That's amazing. And frustrating at the same time.
Yes, I know PF is a pretty common and really frustrating problem. With some people, it does indeed just go away on its on. But with some people...
It is also possible that the immune response provided by my viral infection helped kickstart my body into fighting the PF. Since n=1 here, I can't make crazy claims, but for someone going through what I did, a few days of rest is a relatively easy thing to try. And cheap. And harmless.
Well, I learned a valuable lesson today. I am NOT ready for IF. I inadvertently fasted for 17 hours and it didn't go well. I just wasn't hungry last night and didn't eat, planning to do so around 5 AM or so (I was at work) but then got very busy and didn't get a chance. By the time I got home I was way too tired and went right to sleep. Woke up in the afternoon headachy, tired, sore, shaky. I have a lot to learn about the primal lifestyle and I just notched up an object lesson. I should have eaten something regardless of fatigue, or eaten after about 8 hours. But! Oh blessed sweet potato! The beautiful tuber came to my rescue. A sweet potato with a good knob of butter and some chicken fixed me up nicely. I must remember to keep one or two around the house all of the time.
Oy. Obviously too long a stretch for you at this time. And it's also not a good idea to be doing it when you are active.
I would fast two days a week as a young single for religious reasons (an entirely voluntary thing) and I can tell you from experience that you do get used to it rather quickly, even without eating primal. I fasted two entire days, not consecutive, a week, so two fasts of about 36 hours a week. After a while I wouldn't even get hungry on those days. We have weekly biorhythms as well as daily ones, and it just got programmed in. Please bear in mind that I was a student, and not very physically active. I would not recommend it for someone who has to move around to any degree.
Also a fast will essentially detox you, and rather quickly, so it's not at all uncommon for the first experience to be very unpleasant, as you have discovered. If you're going to try doing more than skipping breakfast, it's better to wait for a day when you can take it easy and be quiet.
Drat! I forgot to buy the sweet potatoes...
I just saw [I]Fathead[/I] - wow. All I can say is wow. Everyone needs to see that movie and then eat some eggs and steak. Go coconuts!
I've just discovered cooking eggs in the microwave. What a great thing for work! I poached one, then added some butter -delicious! I am glad I really like eggs, one more thing that makes it easy to stay primal.
Also enjoying tea with milk and one teaspoon of honey.