wonky feet!

Wednesday: saw podiatrist at the same practice as my magic physiotherapist.

TL:DR :(too long didn’t read): off the shelf orthotics were never ever going to work for me.

Lightbulbs! I now understand why I have such problems with my feet. They are totally wonky donkey but the right foot rolls out, while my left foot tends to roll in slightly but lifts off too soon, which causes pain on my big toe and in my calf and…. Yeah. I have a weird gait, worse when I’m tired. Needs fixing to help keep my pelvis stable, which is what Jas the magic physiotherapist has been helping with. All probably stems from when I broke my back and fibromyalgia doesn’t help.

So: custom orthotics. They scan your feet and make full length orthotics right there (takes about half an hour) that should last about 4 years. but once your feet are scanned, you can get extra orthotics made quickly, you don’t need re-scanning. I got a quote from the health fund and I can’t do it yet (the car is getting serviced and there will be a lot of rice and vege meals in our future) but it’s not out of reach (under $300 all up out of pocket).

(I am incredibly lucky to have health cover – without it I wouldn’t have access to these luxuries like physiotherapy and podiatrists and it makes a huge difference.)

Soooon, soooooon I might be walking better and not being woken up by foot pain in the night! image

Of course, then I will be extra EXTRA diligent about making sure my shoes are lifted up and away from a certain ravenous beastie!

Some days….

Under bed security camera...
Under bed security camera…

From @emmalumpdogg ‘s Twitter feed this morning… (I was busy nursing yet another/the same migraine…Daddy was walking Emmalumpdogg and discovering that a clean desk policy is no longer optional)

#ThingsEmmaMustNotDo, 129: They are “The Morning Cycling and Coffee Group”, not “Meals On Wheels”.

#ThingsEmmaMustNotDo, 128: Paper recycling is GOOD. Using my tummy to do it is NOT.

#ThingsEmmaMustNotDo, 127: Regardless of their promise of long-lasting energy, batteries are not to be eaten before Morning Walk.

And off to the vet, again…

Emmalumpdogg is a the vet, being made throw up. And it’s not even because she chewed up the inner sole of one of my slippers, oh no, she spat that out, under the bed, nom nom nom.

It’s because she somehow, after happily wearing her t-shirts with ribbons tied at the neck and tail for 10 damn days, decided to eat the neck ribbon of her shirt this morning. 18 inches of polyester ribbon. Might pass through. Might tangle in her guts. So vomit it is.

DAMMIT EMMALUMPDOGG!image