The question on everyone's mind: What's going on with your feet, Jennifer?
My massage therapist, Cassie at Abundant Wellness, started scraping the hell out of the bottom of my feet with a Chinese soup spoon. Not with the bowl of the spoon, but with the hard edge of it. I have never known pain like this before. Even when Cassie gave me hell of painful massages before, I didn't know it could be like this. Seriously, it's the worst ever. My feet have jumped away from her - recoiled in fear, if you will - and she's had to hold them down. I have had no control of the movements of my feet.
But here's the craziest part: all of a sudden I can move my feet better than I have in more than a year. After crying from the pain, I was crying from the joy of it. I think this new method is just the thing to whip me into shape.
I just want to make an announcement: I will get over this Plantar Fasciitis. I'm not joking. It's my first order of business right now. I want - nay, demand - a full recovery in short order and I will not stop until I have it in my hand (foot). I intend to be most of the way better by Jan. 1 and all the way better by the end of the first quarter.
First quarter? Look who's been working at Big Company a little too long.
Who cares. By the end of March, I'm going to be 100% and I'm not fucking around about it.
Thank you for your kind support in this and many other matters.
Labels: the bastard plantar fasciitis