So why, when I went to my podiatrist last night and he told me that an X-Ray revealed that my stress fracture had healed, did I end up crying softly to myself in the bathroom after my appointment?
Because my foot still hurts. Inexplicably, it seems.
My new orthotics are hitting my feet the way they should. The immobilizing techniques we employed should have stopped any flare-ups of capsulitis from rearing its ugly head. And my second toe bone is once again crack-free.
To get to the bottom of the issue, the good ‘ol doc has ordered an MRI (magnetic resonance image). It’s better than an X-Ray to view what else could be going wrong in my foot, because it allows the doctor to see soft tissue.
He’s got someone from his office calling my insurance company to get the MRI pre-approved. Let’s hope they say yes.
He also told me to get new shoes, just in case mine weren’t fitting right. I obliged and dropped $140 on a pair of Asics. That just irritates me, because I’m not running in these fancy pants new running shoes. I’m hobbling around. Bleh.
I am so over being hurt.