AH...I have been limping around for several weeks because of a glass splinter right in the middle of my right heel pad. (Broke a bowl in the kitchen, didn't sweep up enough, walk around barefoot.) Some times it would really hurt and then other times it didn't really bother me. I kept soaking it in Epsom salts and Mike would poke at it. Finally, I decided I'd have to call the doctor. It was so painful last night that I filled up my foot soaking bin before I turned on the coffee this morning--that's how dire the situation had become. Anyway, I soaked it and put tape on while I did some housework. Then I decided to take a shower before making my various phone calls. That's when I noticed the little shard of glass sticking out of the bottom of my foot. Dr. Mike was able to pull it right out with his medical instruments. What a relief!!!
It's been a while since I have posted anything and even my reading your posts is falling by the wayside. I am in Florida now. I have a yard where little attention was spent on landscaping for the past years so I am slowly and (somewhat) methodically addressing that. I also volunteer to work at the pollinator garden and the edible garden I helped install at the UU grounds and I took over the volunteer job of cleaning out the overgrown community garden by my neighborhood mailboxes. The neighbor who was doing that got sick and could no longer attend to it. It's a bigger job than I'd thought at first -- not only overgrown with weeds, but the plants that are wanted there are in life and death competition for each others' spaces. And two walks a day, morning and evening, so Levi can keep up with addiction to canine social media and a daily rousing came of stick or ball midday take up another chunk of my time. I have a weekly meditation group that I co-facilitate, and my own ...
Aren't you glad it didn't come out as you were waiting in the examination room for the doctor?
ReplyDeleteI took a couple of stitches out once with an exacto knife, eyebrow pluckers and a magnifying glass. The HMO was giving me the runaround over who was to take out the two or three tiny stitches on my forearm near my elbow. I did it myself and solved the stupid problem.
ReplyDeleteAll you had to do was threaten it with a doctor and it quit hiding. Now you can put coffee back on the top your first thing to do in the AM list. Dr. Mike deserves extra pie.
ReplyDeleteOuch! Glad you got it out. Something similar happened to me this summer. Some foreign object got in my foot, and I didn't even know it. Finally one day I soaked my foot. When I took it out, you could see a little puncture hole where whatever it was worked its way out by itself.
ReplyDeleteGlad that worked out so well. You're tougher than me. I couldn't have stood it that long.
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