the verdict is in (for now)

No surgery at the moment. But, it might be coming not too far off in the future. I have terrible tendonitis in my right foot. It is due to one of two things. Either 1. because my foot is getting deformed from the bunion and I am walking incorrectly or 2. because I have a "bony island" in the space between my heel bone and next foot bone (forgot the medical terms already) where no bones should be which could be effecting the tendons. Either option is not good, really. And my foot hurts. A lot.

I am currently wearing a lovely and stylish aircast (I might have to break out the scrapbook supplies and decorate it) and am on prescription anti-inflamatories for the next three weeks. Whoopee. Oh, and no walking the boys to/from school. And no more cute shoes. I am all sneakers with good arches. Might as well make me wear orthopedic oxfords. Yuck.

The doctor also said I should rest my foot and not carry Timmy. Uh-huh. Because the doctor is a doctor and a man, he does not live in the real world and therefore does not know that both of those things are really just not possible.

And if the anti-inflamatories/aircast do not improve the pain, then I am going to have to get an MRI and probably physical therapy. Do they offer PT at 11pm? Cause that’s when I can fit it into my schedule. And then if the PT dosen’t help, it’s time for surgery. Which would entail a 2week recovery period of no driving, staying off the foot completely, and no lifting. So yeah, that’ll work out really well for me. So if you don’t mind, could you keep a good thought for my ugly aircast and non-buzz producing anti-inflamatories work (if I have to take them and wear this ugly thing, then at least a little buzz off the medicine would have been nice). Cause I just don’t have the time for the other crap. And I’m sick of my foot hurting.

The only small upside:Maybe I can use Ivy’s "Can’t, Lupus (lymphoma, pregnant, tendonitis)" excuse for getting out of making dinner and other things I hate doing. No, I’m not pregnant. It’s a joke that started with Ivy whenever her now ex-husband would ask her to do something, she would reply "Can’t, Lupus" cause for a while there she was being diagnosed (incorrectly, thank goodness) with Lupus, then Lymphoma, and then she really was pregnant. So it is our running joke. Even John thinks its (sorta) funny. Well, until it isn’t anymore. So I’m saying "can’t, tendonitis" whenever applicable.

And by the way, the aircast picture above is the first one I took with my brand new 30D Canon. I love, love, love it. It’s so pretty. And I am working hard on learning it quick. So many more gadgets and settings than the original Rebel. And I have two photoshoots tommorrow, so I am going to have to practice on the boys later today when they get home and Timmy wakes up. They keep asking to see it and I told them they will be seeing it plenty, just mostly pointed at them with me yelling "stay still!" Soon, they won’t want to see it anymore. Ever.