Revenge of the Trail
It was an attack of plantar fasciitis, a condition I've had twinges of in the past, but never anything like this. Sometimes I wake in the morning with an ache in my heel, but gettiing up and walking around makes it better, while lying in bed makes it worse. Yesterday's attack was of a different order. At home, I could barely take a step; I hobbbled in pain, gripping furniture for support. This morning it's a bit better -- I've been taking ibuprofen and stretching my foot and calf muscles -- but I still can't walk freely or put my weight on the sole.
Among the risk factors for plantar fasciitis that apply to me are increasing age (does that apply to you?), walking for exercise, and suddenly increasing one's level of activity. Among the risk factors that don't is obesity.
Although it's frusrating to have this happen, I'm grateful it didn't happen while we were hiking Samaria Gorge, where there is no way out except by walking to the end -- rescue vehicles can't get in, and only in life-threatening cases will park workers carry you out on a stretcher, since they risk their own health in doing so.
Anyway, today I'm going to take it easy and let Susan continue to teach me to accept help kindly offered. Which is another thing I have trouble doing,