I had intended to go through every comment on this post and respond to each one individually, but I just don’t have the energy for it. I don’t even dare start because I will feel badly for those I don’t respond to. I hope you’ll forgive me.
Instead, I decided to write this post to thank you all and let you know how much your outpouring of support means to me. Please know that I read every single comment. Some made me laugh, some made me cry (in a good way, I promise!), but every one made me feel loved and supported and not so alone.
People who have never commented before came out of the woodwork to lend their encouragement and express their concern. Others of you are such regular fixtures in my comment section that even though I haven’t met you, I consider you a friend. Besides the 50+ comments on the post itself, there were private emails and Facebook messages. I truly have the most amazing online community here. I don’t even want to call you “readers” because it sounds so impersonal. That sounds like you do all the taking and none of the giving, but that is so not true. You are so much more than readers. It’s like having virtual neighborhood, and I love that.
I spent all day Sunday resting. My family had plans already, and I happily encouraged them to go ahead without me so I could be alone and
wallow in my misery take it easy. It was truly wonderful and therapeutic, emotionally as well as physically.
It might surprise you to hear that I’m an introvert, although I like to say I’m the most outgoing introvert you’ll ever meet. Ha! Even though I love to socialize, I recharge by being alone. Sometimes when it’s been too long, I crave alone time like some people crave chocolate. So being home alone on Sunday was just what the doctor ordered. Literally! (The doctor actually told me to tell my husband that he was on duty, so I suppose taking the kids out of the house for the day was a good way to handle that!)
I laid on the couch all day in complete and utter silence. (I’m not one to run the TV or radio for background noise; I love silence.) I alternately dozed, read a novel, surfed Facebook, poked around on my blog, organized all my recipes into categories . . . and wrote that post, of course!
I even allowed myself to binge on Fritos and Lipton French Onion Dip (I know, gross!!! But it was Super Bowl Sunday. Junk food is a requirement, is it not??)
The worst of the pain from the cortisone shot was gone by Sunday night. I was starting to feel encouraged, but at the same time, reluctant to get my hopes up.
Yesterday I got up, and my foot felt pretty good. I thought maybe I’d gotten over the hump and maybe the cortisone shot was going to be effective after all.
I made muffins and went to work on the computer, but by mid-afternoon I was having pain again. I have no idea if it was residual cortisone shot pain or plantar fasciitis pain returning, so I laid down and finished reading my book while the kids played outside in the snow. I spent most of yesterday afternoon and evening on the couch again.
I’ve been doing my essential oils, stretching, the back exercises and the chilled water bottle. I’m drinking lots of water, taking Vitamin D and my magnesium/calcium tablets. I’m trying to do everything I can think of to keep it from coming back.
The weather has prevented me from going to physical therapy, which is frustrating. I would love to get her take on everything that has transpired over the weekend, but I guess there’s time for that. Really, at this point, all I can do is wait and see.
I’m still feeling a bit down in the dumps — not so much about the future of my running hobby, but more just from laying around so much. It makes me feel like an invalid, and right now I’m more focused on getting back to my normal energetic self. I am eager to get back to doing something — ANY kind of exercise, anything to get those endorphins going. But I don’t want to do too much too soon, and so I wait.
My nose is looking pretty gruesome. I know it probably has to get worse before it gets better. My skin does not scar well, and I am really afraid of how it’s going to heal. Again, time is my friend. All I can do is wait and see, and if it’s bad, perhaps a brilliant plastic surgeon somewhere can improve on it. For now I’m thankful that the weather is such that I can’t really go anywhere anyway. Cuz really, no one wants to see this!
We got almost a foot of snow yesterday and we’re expecting more tomorrow. It’s been a CRAZY winter, but ironically that is not getting me down. I love snowy winters. I just hope that come March 15th, it decides to be spring. Lingering winters are what get me down. But for now, I’m welcoming the snow. I mean, really, who can complain about this!?? (That was a few weeks ago, we have a lot more than that now!)
I really just set out to write a post to thank you. I didn’t mean to go into another long update. But then again, brevity was never my strong suit!
So back to my point. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all of your sweet comments and words of support and encouragement. I wish I could sit down and have a cup of coffee and chat with each and every one of you, but I guess this will have to do!
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