One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 13: Policeman’s Heel

This here Hashimoto’s stuff is a bag of tricks, right?!  -Itis this, and -itis that. That suffix means inflammation.  I am inflamed.  All the more reason for me to be prepping for the Autoimmune Protocol I’m beginning in September.  I’ll get the kids settled into school, and begin carving out time to remedy some of this -itis with a properly targeted intervention into every detail of the food I eat.  It’s going to be challenging, but I expect great things.

Today was my 3-month checkup at the doctor’s office after having been diagnosed with tendon-itis and burs-itis in May.    I’ve been with limited activity because of the pain in both of my knees.  Keeping up with the housework and kids is quite a lot of work, on my feet most of the day.  But like I mentioned in a recent post, I haven’t had a proper extended walk until just a few days ago, and it was glorious.  The doctor confirmed at my follow-up appointment today that it does take several months to feel renewed, so supposedly I’m right on track.  

Giving these knees a break has been useful and I am having less pain there.  Success so far.

This “exercise induced injury” was picked up while lifting & stretching with my digital personal trainer, Chalene the PiYo lady from Beachbody online.  Up to six days a week I was on the floor in my carpeted living room mixing up an infectious Pilates & yoga combination that made me feel great!  I mean I was *serious* about it.  The kids would join in with me.  I kept a printed out calendar of which day was Sweat, which was Core, and so on.  At 8-weeks postpartum, late winter this year, I was a completely devoted Beachbody gal, and I would visualize myself enjoying shorts and sandals in my toned and tanned skin later on this year.

Well.  That didn’t happen.

Less than 2 months later I was. in. pain.

The knee thingy was addressed eventually, as I’ve described before.  But my feet have ached.  And burned.  And throbbed since that time.  Waking up in the morning, you know when you first put your tootsies on the floor?  It was like pressing my sore bare feet into sharp rocks.  Every bone in there hurt.  My husband would rub them sometimes, although who could get enough of that?  I mean, is there ever enough foot rubs to go around?  But the pain would return within a few hours.

I was introduced to a new -itis today in the doctor’s office.  Also known as “Policeman’s Heel”, my doctor said I have plantar fasciitis.  Hello -itis.  Nice to meet you.  I know some of your cousins.

Supposedly, it’ll get better in about 10 months, thankfully it’s not permanent, according to Mayo Clinic, who also said:

Plantar fasciitis (PLAN-tur fas-e-I-tis) is one of the most common causes of heel pain. It involves pain and inflammation of a thick band of tissue, called the plantar fascia, that runs across the bottom of your foot and connects your heel bone to your toes.

Plantar fasciitis commonly causes stabbing pain that usually occurs with your very first steps in the morning. Once your foot limbers up, the pain of plantar fasciitis normally decreases, but it may return after long periods of standing or after getting up from a seated position.

Plantar fasciitis is particularly common in runners. In addition, people who are overweight and those who wear shoes with inadequate support are at risk of plantar fasciitis.

People who are overweight…hmmm.  That would be me, yes.  And who wear shoes with inadequate support?  I am barefoot most of the time.  That would be why my doctor recommended three things to me today:

  1. Get supportive shoes to wear around the house.
  2. Do a few specific stretches, slowly and gently, to ease the pain.
  3. Freeze some water in a water bottle laid horizontally in the freezer.  Then roll your feet over the bottle when in pain.  Cool idea, I thought.

Speaking of being overweight, it seems a bit of body baggage might be resolving itself.  The nurse’s scale read 206 when I hopped on.  Due to my injuries, I’m not exercising, but trying to manage with diet and newly prescribed medication (progress not perfection, i.e.: birthday’s don’t count.)

xoxo,

Jessica

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