Okay, I admit it has been a really long time since I put up any news. Let me start to try to catch you up to date.

Near the beginning of March, I had gone for a delicious walk in the woods with A*. It was a gorgeous sunny day and even though it was a little chilly, I enjoyed taking photos of the trees. Part of the path was quite muddy and my pants were a little longer than my legs and were dragging in the ground. I tip-toed across the worst areas trying to not get to dirty. Sometimes, I can be a bit of a princess. It doesn't happen everyday but it happens. Then we went to a movie with K* and C*. After the movie, I made spaghetti at A*'s house. I had been having a hankering for spaghetti for weeks and it is a pain to make it just for me because I have to eat left overs for too many days in a row.

The next morning, I woke up and found my right foot to be sore in the arch. It felt like when you work out and your muscles are fatigued. I figured that walking on tip-toe had exercised some long unused muscles and decided to go for a walk and loosen the muscle up. I took the metro to them movies but that includes a light but decent walk. I then watched two movies. By the time I went to leave, my foot was a horror of pain. Every step was like I was walking on a pile of glass in my instep. The worst was when I had to go down the stairs in the metro. I had such a long way to go and so many stairs that I honestly wasn't sure if I could make it. I did but I was fighting screaming and tears most of the way.

I got home and after I sat down, I could not put my foot down again. The next 2 days were spent hopping on one foot around the house to go to the bathroom or make myself something to eat. By the third day it was starting to feel better and I could put the heal down and carefully hobble. The next day, it was back to a screaming nightmare again. I was out of food and couldn't walk. My friend P* came over and we rented a pair of crutches and she went with me to the grocery store. My upper body was so weak that I kept collapsing in the shoulder area. You can image the muscle soreness the next day. And the hands! Bruised.

Not having any medical yet, I am just trying to soldier my way through this and get the damn fool foot back to functioning. The Pharmacist scared me though saying that the area that was swollen could in fact indicate that the foot as broken. I am thinking that is nuts as I didn't do anything. I didn't fall, turn the foot or jump. But now it is stuck in my mind.

Finally H* convinces me to go to the urgency care and we use her medical cards to get it covered. We hobble down the street together. My arms, hands and shoulders are killing me. The doctor looks at the foot, touches it and asks if it hurts. There weren't any really bad spots and so she said that it was tendonitis and gave me a bag full of medicine saying that it would be better in 3 days.

A week later, I still can't put my foot on the ground without intense pain in the arch. But H* has left for the USA and I can't return to the same doctor to get advice. So I just keep hoping that it will start to improve. The doctor had said to not do anything including to not stretch the foot as that would just aggravate it further.