WARNING: I have come to whinge!!
I've been struck down with the bastard that is plantar fasciitis, a pretty bad episode that has also spread up the back of heel/Achilles area. I can barely walk. I have a trip to Chester planned with my daughter tomorrow and honestly don't think I'm going to be able to manage.
I've suffered with it on and off for maybe 30 years, so I know the drill - stretching, ice, various support socks, gel pads, insoles, Vionics, I am fully loaded. But it really, really pisses me off when it happens, because I can't walk - and walking is basically my sanity saver, especially after spending so long recovering from ankle surgery in 2024. I've not started driving again since the surgery (I am a giant wuss, plus we have a different car and I'm scared of it!) but not that bothered, I live in an area where I have everything I need, and I LOVE walking. But now, being stuck in the house, dependent on others, I feel so depressed - I know it will clear up, been here before, but I think I'm getting some kind of flashback PTSD type vibe to when I was in a wheelchair and having to use a commode! Obviously it's not that bad, but it's really upsetting me.
Every time you read about PF it says being overweight is one of the factors - like it seems to be for bloody everything, from cancer to heart disease to global warming - and I'd hoped that shedding 20% of my body weight would help. Aaaagh, I hate this!
Right. Whinge over. I am being a giant baby, I know, but needed to blow off some steam! As you were...