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!

Wednesday was a very loooooooong day.

Warning:epic post!image
Yesterday was a loooooooooong day. Not just for me, but for poor Mr Beloved – since I’m still not allowed to drive (stupid fainting thing!) he has to play chauffeur. He is the world’s most patient man.

First stop: J, the magic physiotherapist. Oh, I love her! 45 minutes of bliss. Things are definitely improving each time I see her, and even though I could do my exercises more (I try, I try!) my pelvis is more stable, I can bend forward and backwards with less pain, and this time she worked on my thoracic spine because my neck was locked up. Within my fibromyalgia limits, as always. But by the end of the session, I could turn my head so far I felt like an owl! Wonderful!

Rush off to the optometrist. Because the day before I’d been in to collect my two new pairs of spectacles – red for reading and sewing, black for everyday distance vision. This was after my second eye test and both pairs of glasses having to be remade because they got them completely WRONG the first time: the height was wrong, the curve was wrong, when I put them on everything was distorted and I just felt dizzy and seasick. They spent 45 minutes fussing with the frames, putting “tilt” on the frames, adjusting them. Made no bloody difference. Ugh. They tried to tell me that I would “adjust”, that I should “try them out for a few days”…. Uh, no. YOU got them wrong. And I was made to feel like the staffer having to fill out the paperwork ( paper? In 2016?!) was doing so under sufferance. Not happy.

Anyway, on Tuesday I collected my red readers. Small adjustment to the earpiece and voila.. Good to go. New prescription had been made correctly. BUT…. Black everyday glasses? Exactly the same wrongness as last time. Peripheral vision distorted, direct vision at wrong height, a complete mess. Useless. Unacceptable. I leave the store, unhappy, and silly young assistant promises to get in touch.

Which she does, half an hour later, when we’ve been to the grocery store, asking if I’m still in the mall, and would I like to come back in and try to get the glasses adjusted now? No, I tell her, I would not. Oh. Would I like to come in tomorrow then, and try for an adjustment and maybe another eye test if that’s what’s needed? Fine, I say through gritted teeth, and look at my calendar, and book in the appointment, in between the two I already have for Wednesday. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Which is why I’m at the optometrist yesterday, hoping to collect my black everyday glasses. But guess what? After keeping us waiting 20 minutes past our appointment time (grrrrrr) the bloke….

CAN’T FIND THE GLASSES. Which young assistant had just the day before. He goes to look for them. He gets other people to look. I helpfully tell him the name of young assistant, since they don’t have a decent audit trail. He calls her back to the store from lunch. She looks.

I am saying things like I’ve been a customer here for at least seven years, I’ve never had this sort if trouble before, this is very stressful and wasting my time, I’m really considering not coming back once this is resolved, blah blah blah. Shoulda gone to Specs$vers? Hmmm… Not so much….

In the meantime, he checks my new readers, adjusts my old ones, which Emmalumpdogg keeps jumping on and bending the nosepieces (new readers have no bendy nosepieces. For that reason.)

New glasses are lost. Vanished. Unfindable. Stupid young assistant has actually done me a favour, because rather than having the same mucked about frames used again, bloke has authorised new glasses altogether.

All that took over an hour.

We have time to get home briefly to check on Emmalumpdogg before the next appointment. Specialist dentist. He’s the owner of the practice and you only get to see him if your dentist refers you up. I have TMJ (temporomandibular joint) issues, have had ever since my first husband, 💪exacerbated by my tendency to tense my jaw when stressed and grind my teeth at night sometimes. (Gosh, what could have stressed me out that day! 😂)

Well! He is the chattiest the dentist I have ever met! We establish cultural credentials (everything from Shakespeare to MotoGP!) and somehow spend 90 minutes, of which maybe 10 are about the problem, with about 2 taken up with an actual poking around exam. Which hurt, and established beyond any doubt in his mind that I need a further consult with an oral and maxillofacial surgeon, with the possibility of botox(!) injections to ease the problem. Who knew, eh? Said surgeon is down the big hill in Ipswich, so that will be an interesting trip.

So. Up to the pharmacy to refill my antibiotics script, since everything is closed today because it’s a public holiday (Show day! Whoopee!) and finally, home. Emmalumpdogg demanded her afternoon happy stick chewing time, poor Mr Beloved collapsed onto the bed to rest his aching back.

Loooooonnnnnnnng day.

Oh, and my new black glasses? Due on the 15th. We shall see. I can’t wait to get the feedback form in the email, cos I’m gonna let ‘er rip. 👿

Emmalumpdogg wears clothes! And Caity goes to the physio and the dentist.

Pillow pupSo my online dog group friends wisely suggested that we try dressing Emmalumpdogg in a kid’s t-shirt instead of the Cone Of Shame. And so far, it’s working! We have some issues with fit, (nothing than rolling up sleeves and maybe a quick spin with the sewing machine won’t fix) but she hasn’t attempted to pick at her stitches at all (fingers crossed!)

This is her favourite spot – if I get up at night, I can pretty much count on The Joker here to have taken over my pillow. Normally I just say “oh goody, a dog pillow, I’ll just lie down here then!” And lie on top of her, then she wriggles out and lies on top of me, and eventually we settle again, but I’m being careful of her stitches at the moment, and I have to lure her away instead. imageAnd here she is, showing the latest in afternoon wear. Her new walking harness arrived today, and this photo was her first tryout, so it’s not properly adjusted yet. But it’s very comfortable and has a front leash attachment point, so if she tries to pull on the leash, all she does is turn herself around – tricky! She was very disappointed when I took it off after four hours, I think she thinks it’s her superhero cape! The whole harness is made of reflective material and the piping around the edges is even brighter reflective stuff. The whole thing slips over her head and does up with two clips, and is padded really well. The big test will be tomorrow’s sparrowfart roadwork with Daddy…. imageMeanwhile, I’m no Rita Hayworth, but my wonderful physiotherapist, J, has worked her magic again…today, more gentle massage that released some of the very deep muscle tightness in my back, some some hip flexor stretching that was quite painful initially but seems to have freed up another stuck bit of the puzzle. I have two exercises to start doing, which seem like very small movements, but which are designed to work core support muscle groups … This is exactly what I need, not some full on, mad gym weights insanity, but this – understanding and gentle progress. After all these years and after seeing so many bad physios it’s such a relief to be heard.

Oh, and I went back to the dentist again, too. Managed to actually get to the clean and polish this time (last week we spent the whole appointment time just getting through the check up and two X-rays). But now I have to go back again and see my dentist’s boss for a consult about my TMJ (temporomandibular joint) issues.  Apparently the boss is more in favour of physio treatment (I’ll try that… With the right physio!) than expensive night splints to treat the problem. (I think if I’m in less pain overall, and especially not waking up in pain at night, the jaw clenching/ grinding might settle again anyway).

AND I got a call from my cardiologist today saying that he hadn’t forgotten he’d promised to organise more tests for me, but the person in charge of the technology had been away, and would be in touch with me soon… Bring on the dreaded tilt table test! (yep, just what it sounds like.. Let’s see if we can make Caity faint if we turn her at weird angles. Given I can just about prove this by trying to get Emmalumpdogg’s toys out from under the lounge, this ought to be fun, in a very not fun sort of way.)