Pain. That was enough to jolt my senses when I went straight to the shower after waking up late today. My right heel hurt and I let out a yelp.
I have to note that I never wear heels. I’m glad my office has enough freedom to let me choose sneakers / slip-ons over heels. I also don’t mind walking a lot even if it tires me. There was a time when I could walk a kilometer and I’d be OK — but I was thinner back then.
Today, my right heel hurt like a motherfucker. I walked funny, but I’d risk poise over pain.
My heel woes started with my family’s five-day stay in Hong Kong early September — and life in the territory involves an awful lot of walking. My parents & my sister couldn’t take it. I could. But since that vacation, my right heel always hurt so bad when the day ends. Every freaking day. At one point, I felt a sharp pain in my heel while driving home, just as I was 500m away from our house.
Anyway, today was the first time it hurt this bad in the morning. It didn’t hurt while driving, but it did once I landed in the newsroom. After doing my tasks for the afternoon shift, I went to the clinic and told her about my heel woes.
Doctor: Bata ka pa, hija.
Rach: I know, doc. Is it because I’m fat?
Doctor: Well, that’s a contributing factor. Our heels and joints carry our weight.
She told me to take meloxicam once a day and dip my feet in lukewarm water twice a day to ease the pain. Oh, and I’m not supposed to abuse my feet if I ever decide to take on an exercise regimen. That means no running (putting my plans to start running down the drain) or anything that involves a lot of footwork. Swimming is good to go, though.
Sorry if this feels TMI. I just need to put this on record because I tend to forget about meds. My heel slightly feels better now but for someone who likes walking, it’s really not a nice problem to have.